by Agustinos Recoletos | Dec 24, 2018
I was yet in love but I loved being in love and, by a most secret misery, I hated myself for being insufficiently miserable…It was sweet to me to love and be loved, especially, if I could enjoy the presence of the loved one. Conf. 3, 1.
by Agustinos Recoletos | Dec 24, 2018
They are affections; they are loves; the impurity of our spirit, flowing away downwards with a love which brings but care. But here, too, there is the holiness of your Spirit, raising us aloft by a love that is free of care, so that we may lift our hearts to You where...
by Agustinos Recoletos | Dec 24, 2018
Rightly do we call love the measurement of the soul. When it is corrupt it is called cupidity or lust; when it is well-ordered, it is known as charity or delight. Whatever it is by reason of love we are moved to wherever it is leaning. The place of the soul, however,...
by Agustinos Recoletos | Dec 24, 2018
Among material beings, it occurs that those which are lesser become greater through participation in the higher order of things as, for example, when they are bathed in light or stimulated by warmth. Rational, incorporeal beings also become enhanced through their...
by Agustinos Recoletos | Dec 24, 2018
By reason of its weight, the body strives to its own place. Yet a weight strives not so much to sink to the very lowest depths, but rather to its proper place. Fire tends upward; a stone downward. Oil poured out beneath water is raised up above water. Water poured on...
