Every creature is a glittering, glistening mirror of Divinity.

Like billowing clouds, Like the incessant gurgle of the brook The longing of the spirit can never be stilled.

The mystery of God hugs you in its all-encompassing arms.

Those voices you hear are like the voice of a multitude, which lifts its sound on high; for jubilant praises, offered in simple harmony and charity, lead the faithful to that consonance in which is no discord, and make those who still live on earth sign with heart and voice for the heavenly reward.

When one's thoughts are neither frivolous nor flippant, when one's thoughts are neither stiff-necked nor stupid, but rather, are harmonious -- they habitually render physical calm and deep insight.

The word stands for the body, but the symphony stands for the spirit.

God has arranged everything in the universe in consideration of everything else.