It isn't bread that feeds you; it is life and the spirit that feed you through bread.

What is outside yourself does not convey much worth; Clothes do not make the man, the saddle not the horse.

If Christ were born in Bethlehem a thousand times and not in thee thyself; then art thou lost eternally.

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.

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.

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