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

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

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.

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

Nothing can throw thee into the infernal abyss so much as this detested word - heed well! - this mine and thine.

God, whose love and joy are present everywhere, can't come to visit you unless you aren't there.