The Holy Spirit is our harpist, and all strings which are touched by Love must sound.
~ Mechtild of Magdeburg
The gentle strains of great and noble Truths pass through the soul in every fleeting moment; and had we but a wish to hear, coupled with the will to be silent for a spell, we would soon detect the sound of our own eternity sounding out in that silence to which we then would hold so dear.