Every element has a sound, an original sound from the order of God; all those sounds unite like the harmony from harps and zithers.

A person who lacks the verdancy of justice is dry, totally without tender goodness, totally without illuminating virtue.

The Word is living, being, spirit, all verdant greening, all creativity. This Word manifests itself in every creature.

I, God, am in your midst. Whoever knows me can never fall. Not in the heights, nor in the depths, nor in the breadths. For I am love, which the vast expanses of evil can never still.

Holy persons draw to themselves all that is earthly.

Divinity is in its omniscience and omnipotence like a wheel, a circle, a whole, that can neither be understood, nor divided, nor begun nor ended.

The marvels of God are not brought forth from one's self. Rather, it is more like a chord, a sound that is played. The tone does not come out of the chord itself, but rather, through the touch of the musician. I am, of course, the lyre and harp of God's kindness.