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

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

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

God does not care what good you did, but why you did it. He does not grade the fruit but probes the core and tests the root.

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

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

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.