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

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

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

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

Nothing can throw thee into the infernal abyss so much as this detested word - heed well! - this mine and thine.

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

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