By the will art thou lost, by the will art thou found, by the will art thou free, captive, and bound.

The Rose is without 'why'—she blooms because she blooms.

We keep so busy talking we are so keen to act that we forget that in the heart lies all we need untapped, intact.

Don't think that some tomorrow you'll see God's Light. You see it now or err in darkest night.

Paradise is at your own center; unless you find it there, there is no way to enter.

What is outside yourself does not convey much worth; Clothes do not make the man, the saddle not the horse.

The Rose which here on earth is now perceived by me, has blossomed thus in god from all eternity.