Religion is something infinitely simple, ingenuous... In the infinite extent of the universe, it is a direction of the heart.
Religion is something infinitely simple, ingenuous... In the infinite extent of the universe, it is a direction of the heart.
Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colours, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.
For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror
which we are barely able to endure, and it amazes us so,
because it serenely disdains to destroy us.
Every angel is terrible.