I can really stomach anything so, as a result, I have watched a lot of really disgusting stuff that I should probably never have seen.
The mystery of God hugs you in its all-encompassing arms.
When one's thoughts are neither frivolous nor flippant, when one's thoughts are neither stiff-necked nor stupid, but rather, are harmonious -- they habitually render physical calm and deep insight.
Just as a mirror, which reflects all things, is set in its own container, so too the rational soul is placed in the fragile container of the body. In this way, the body is governed in its earthly life by the soul, and the soul contemplates heavenly things through faith.
The earth which sustains humanity must not be injured. It must not be destroyed!
O, You who are ever giving life to all life, moving all creatures, root of all things, washing them clean, wiping out their mistakes, healing their wounds, You are our true life, luminous, wonderful, awakening the heart from its ancient sleep.
You are encircled by the arms of the mystery of God.
I know of one semibarbarous zone whose librarians repudiate the "vain and superstitious habit" of trying to find sense in books, equating such a quest with attempting to find meaning in dreams or in the chaotic lines on the palms of one's hand.
No. I don't want to need anybody. I want someone to need me. . . I want someone to need me.
Ballet is more than a profession - it is a way of life.
A greater absurdity cannot be thought of than a morose, hardhearted, covetous, proud, malicious Christian.