Concepts create idols only wonder comprehends anything. People kill one another over idols. Wonder makes us fall to our knees.

That we may merge into the deep and dazzling darkness, vanish into it, dissolve in it forever in an unbelievable bliss beyond imagination, for absolute nothingness represents absolute bliss.

God's name is not known it is wondered at.

[Jews are] murderers of the Lord, assassins of the prophets, rebels against God, God haters,... advocates of the devil, race of vipers, slanderers, calumniators, dark-minded people, leaven of the Pharisees, sanhedrin of demons, sinners, wicked men, stoners, and haters of righteousness.

We are not entitled to such licence, I mean that of affirming what we please we make the Holy Scriptures the rule and the measure of every tenet we necessarily fix our eyes upon that, and approve that alone which may be made to harmonize with the intention of those writings

... where Solomon says that 'Wisdom has built herself a house' (Prov. 9:1), he refers darkly in these words to the preparation of the flesh of the Lord: for the true Wisdom did not dwell in another's building, but built for Itself that dwelling-place from the body of the Virgin.

Just as at sea those who are carried away from the direction of the harbor bring themselves back on course by a clear sign, on seeing a tall beacon light or some mountain peak coming into view, so Scripture may guide those adrift on the sea of the life back into the harbor of the divine will.

Concepts create idols of God, of whom only wonder can tell us anything.

For when one considers the universe, can anyone be so simple-minded as not to believe that the Divine is present in everything, pervading, embracing and penetrating it?

But if one wishes to be absolute master of all, to obtain the entire inheritance, and to exclude his brothers from even a third or fifth part, he is not a brother, but a harsh tyrant, a rude savage, nay, more, an insatiable beast that would devour the whole sweet banquet with his own gaping mouth.

Since with all my soul I behold the face of my beloved, therefore all the beauty of his form is seen in me.

The silent painting speaks on the walls and does much good.

It is impossible for one to live without tears who considers things exactly as they are.

Sick, our nature demanded to be healed fallen, to be raised up dead, to rise again... Closed in the darkness, it was necessary to bring us the light captives, we awaited a Savior... Are these things minor or insignificant? Did they not move God to descend to human nature and visit it, since humanity was in so miserable and unhappy a state?

Who gives you the day will give you also the things necessary for the day.