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Slow was I, Lord, too slow in loving you. ... You were waiting within me while I went outside me, looking for you there, misshaping myself as I flung myself upon the shapely things you made.

— Augustine of Hippo

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Beauty

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Inasmuch as love grows in you, in so much beauty grows; for love is itself the beauty of the soul.

Choose to love whomsoever thou wilt: all else will follow.

Will is to grace as the horse is to the rider.

It is love that asks, that seeks, that knocks, that finds, and that is faithful to what it finds.

What, then, does He say? "Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven."

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Beauty itself doth of itself persuade
The eyes of men without an orator.

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