Monday, April 18, 2016

“All the poetry of love is a cry and a moan, and the more pure it is, the more it pleads; the more elevated it is above the earth, the more it laments. If a cry of joy interrupts this pleading, it is to celebrate the ravishing of an hour, and then to fall back into the immensity of desire. That is why our nature is fortified by the immensity of desire. That is why our nature is fortified by the imagination which puts before us the thoughts of the beautiful, so that when earthly beauty has faded from our eyes, we might revive the ideal more beautifully still in our imagination.” Archbishop Fulton Sheen (The Hymn of the Conquered)

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