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

We cannot live in a world that is not our own, in a world that is interpreted for us by others. An interpreted world is not a home. Part of the terror is to take back our own listening, to use our own voice, to see our own light.

All the arts serving human desires and needs are derived from the breath that Godsent into the human body.

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

Rivers of living water are to be poured out over the whole world, to ensure that people, like fishes caught in a net, can be restored to wholeness.

The soul is a breath of living spirit, that with excellent sensitivity, permeates the entire body to give it life. Just so, the breath of the air makes the earth fruitful. Thus the air is the soul of the earth, moistening it, greening it.

If one intends to make beer from oats, it is prepared with hops.