Beauty is necessarily shrouded in mystery--which is part of its splendour.

Beauty is necessarily shrouded in mystery--which is part of its splendour.

It is the saints who know what being in love is all about. Earthly love pales by comparison.

The main problem in developing a deep prayer life is by far the failure to live the radicality of the Gospel, hour by hour and day by day.

The acute experience of great beauty readily evokes a nameless yearning for something more than earth can offer. Elegant splendor reawakens our spirit's aching need for the infinite, a hunger for more than matter can provide.

Mediocre people often have a tinge of religion about them, but it is only a tinge. They take their religion as it comes. They may pray and worship more or less regularly, and they usually stay clear of publicly disgraceful crimes, but they are lukewarm, colorless. Seldom or never do they read a serious book about prayer or study to learn more about God and His plans, to discover how to be humble and chaste and patient. They are always too busy for the one thing necessary.

Creation is a book proclaiming the Creator. It is a book of beauty that our intellect reads, but through the passageways of our five senses.