... the proper self-knowledge and self-love of every created thing is ipso facto a participation in the knowledge and love of God. The entire universe moves by desire for the Highest Good simply because every part of it loves what God loves - namely, its own being.

The world looks as if it has been left in the custody of trolls.

Older women are like aging strudels - the crust may not be so lovely, but the filling has come at last into its own.

Every real thing is a joy, if only you have eyes and ears to relish it, a nose and tongue to taste it.

Only miracle is plain; it is in the ordinary that groans with the weight of glory.

Salvation is a gift given, not a bargain struck.

Do you seriously envision St. Paul or Calvin or Luther opening bottles of Welch's Grape Juice in the sacristy before the service? Luther at least would turn over in his grave.