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

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.

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

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

Paradise is at your own center; unless you find it there, there is no way to enter.

A monk asks:Is there anything more miraculous than the wonders of nature?The master answers:Yes, your awareness of the wonders of nature.