Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings

From now on, whenever I speak of things that strike me with a sense of wonder, awe, amazement and connectedness, I’m going to call that the  sublime. And whenever I’m challenged for a secular equivalent to spiritual, I will say, "Aha! You're talking about our godlessly sublime universe!"

Beauty is that which is simultaneously attractive and sublime. ...