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.

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

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.

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

Boredom comes not from reality but from people who are only half alive.

The humble listen to their brothers and sisters because they assume they have something to learn. They are open to correction, and they become wiser through it.

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.