If in your heart you make a manger for his birth then God will once again become a child on earth.

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.

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

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

Christ could be born a thousand times in Bethlehem - but all in vain until He is born in me.

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