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

Love is difficult, because loving is not enough: We must, like God, ourselves be Love.

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

A monk asks:Is there anything more miraculous than the wonders of nature?The master answers:Yes, your awareness of the wonders of nature.

I am like God and God like me. I am as large as God. He is as small as I. He cannot above me nor I beneath him be.

The rose is without 'why'; it blooms simply because it blooms. It pays no attention to itself, nor does it ask whether anyone sees it.

Springtime is at hand. When will you ever bloom, if not here and now?