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.

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.

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.

A man in trouble laments that he did not listen to his teachers, and thus he finds himself in a sad state, utter ruin. A candid admission of a blunder is refreshing and not often heard in human affairs. It is the saint alone who is large-minded enough to think and speak in this way. This is part of his authenticity.The person who is swift to hear and slow to respond is a stranger to an all-knowing illuminism. He believes that others, too, have some truth, and he is willing to be instructed by them. He is ready for the mind of God.

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.