You can look on me as one of your candles, the one that burns badly — the greasy one that is bent in the middle.
All persons that have known this wondrous loved one of our Friend, agree in testifying that no description can express in what grace and celestial harmony the fair being moved, what beauty shone in her, what softness and majesty encircled her.
The boy was the most beautiful thing that God ever created, and to contemplate the boy was to meditate on God.