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“The splendor of a soul in grace is so seductive that it surpasses the beauty of all created things.”

Quote by Thomas Aquinas

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Thomas Aquinas
Thomas Aquinas

Thomas Aquinas, born on January 28, 1225 and died on March 7, 1274, was a renowned theologian, philosopher, and priest. He is considered one of the greatest theologians of the Middle Ages and his works have had a profound impact on philosophy and theology. more

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