Augustine's Confessions

I have barely started reading Confessions, but I am already enthralled! So far it is a fabulous work. I love the double entendre: confessions being both "admittance of wrongdoing" and "declarations of praise".

Who then are you, my God? What, I ask, but God who is Lord? For "who is teh Lord but the Lord," or "who is God but our God," (Psalm 17:32). Most high, utterly good, utterly powerful, most omnipotent, most merciful and most just, deeply hidden yet most intimately present, perfection of both beauty and stregnth, stable and incomprehensible, immutable and yet changing all things, never new, never old, making everything new and "leading" the proud "to be old without their knowledge"; always supporting and filling and protecting, creating and nurturing and bringing to maturity, searching even though to you nothing is lacking: you love without burning, you are jealous in a way that is free of anxiety, you "repent" without the pain of regret, you are wrathful and remain tranquil. You will a change without any change in your design. Your recover what you find, yet have never lost. Never in any need, you rejoice in your gains; you are never avaricious, yet you require interest. We pay you more than you require so as to make you our debtor, yet who has anything which does not belong to you? You pay off debts, though owning nothing to anyone; you cancel debts and incur no loss. But in these words what have I said, my God, my life, my holy sweetness? What has anyone achieved in words when he speaks about you? Yet woe to those who are silent about you becauseu, though loquacious with verbosity, they have nothing to say. (Confessions, 1.4)