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

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

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

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

The one awakened liberated sees all things as one unseparated.

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

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