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

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.

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

God is a pure no-thing, concealed in now and here; the less you reach for him, the more he will appear.

The Rose which here on earth is now perceived by me, has blossomed thus in god from all eternity.

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

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