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.

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

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.

Cerevisiam Bibat! (drink beer for health)

Glance at the sun. See the moon and stars. Gaze at the beauty of the green earth. Now think.

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

You are encircled by the arms of the mystery of God.