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

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

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.

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?

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.

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