“It is easier to gaze into the sun, than into the face of the mystery of God. Such is its beauty and its radiance.”

All of creation is a song of praise to God.

I welcome all creatures of the world with grace.

Humanity finds itself in the midst of the world. In the midst of all other creatures humanity is the most significant and yet the most dependent upon the others.

You are the mountain and the valley.

Be not lax in celebrating. Be not lazy in the festive service of God. Be ablaze with enthusiasm. Let us be an alive, burning offering before the altar of God.

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.

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

A human being is a vessel that God has built for himself and filled with his inspiration so that his works are perfected in it.

With nature’s help, humankind can set into creation all that is necessary and life sustaining.

The earth which sustains humanity must not be injured. It must not be destroyed!

The soul is kissed by God in its innermost regions.

We shall awaken from our dullness and rise vigorously toward justice. If we fall in love with creation deeper and deeper, we will respond to its endangerment with passion.

Humanity, take a good look at yourself. Inside, you’ve got heaven and earth, and all of creation. You’re a world – everything is hidden in you.

Love abounds in all things, excels from the depths to beyond the stars, is lovingly disposed to all things. She has given the king on high the kiss of peace.

Sometimes when we hear a song we breathe deeply and sigh. This reminds the prophet that the soul arises from heavenly harmony. In thinking about this, he was aware that the soul itself has something in itself of this music.

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

And she started flying, just like the beautiful butterfly she is.

True beauty is reflected from within.

She is like a beautiful night. Full of stars and darkness.

Darling, Crying over beauty sometimes is fine; You are only human after all.

And through all your phases you are still beautiful.

The beauty in the suffering is not the lack of love they have, it’s the depth of love they swam into that drowned them among their highest waters.

Your poems are so beautiful I almost forgot the pain you lived to pen them-from pain comes with beautiful things.

It’s a beautiful night in Paris. It’s raining and I’d like us to love each other tonight.