The idea of a divine creator belittles the elegant reality of the universe.
We are born to create, and we can't help it. Why is that? Because God, the great Creator, is in us.
Men have been taught that it is a virtue to stand together. But the creator is the man who stands alone.
God didn't produce a ready-made world. The Creator has done something cleverer than this, making a world able to make itself.
A great man may be the personification and type of the epoch for which God destines him, but he is never its creator.
The physical union of a man and a woman, in essence, is a supernatural act, a reminiscence of paradise, the most beautiful of all the hymns of praise dedicated to the Creator by the creature; it is the alpha and the omega of all creation.
If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches; for the Creator, there is no poverty.
All men hate the wretched; how, then, must I be hated, who am miserable beyond all living things! Yet you, my creator, detest and spurn me, thy creature, to whom thou are bound by ties only dissoluble by the annihilation of one of us.
He alone loves the Creator perfectly who manifests a pure love for his neighbor.
I know a man who, when he saw a woman of striking beauty, praised the Creator for her. The sight of her lit within him the love of God.
I study theology in the works of creation and find in it new reasons for adoring the creator.