“Here love begins to render the prose of Life into hymns and canticles of praise”
“Praised be my Lord, for our sister water.St. Francis of Assisi,Canticle of the Sun”
“I am forced to render some order to the events of my life, to say it began here, and then because of this, that happened, and this is how the end connects to the beginning, and so here I am.”
“Every formula which expresses a law of nature is a hymn of praise to God.”
“And so in that very shame I suddenly begin a hymn.”
“I'll be singing hymns to the rafters, be praising His goodness so loud they're going to have to turn down the volume in Heaven.”