For It Is Better To

Beauty Is The Brilliance Of Truth.

The Greatest Evil Is Physical Pain.

For I Did Not Know That The Soul Needs To Be Enlightened By Light From Outside Itself, So That It Can Participate In Truth, Because It Is Not Itself The Nature Of Truth.

Wonderful Is The Depth Of Thy Words, Whose Surface Is Before Us, Gently Leading On The Little Ones: And Yet A Wonderful Deepness, O My God, A Wonderful Deepness. It Is Awe To Look Into It; Even An Awfulness Of Honour, And A Trembling Of Love.

I Do Not Comprehend All That I Am. Is The Mind, Therefore, Too Limited To Possess Itself?