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

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

The name of Jesus is as ointment poured forth; It nourishes, and illumines, and stills the anguish of the soul.

A rose is but a rose, it blooms because it blooms; it thinks not of itself, nor asks if it is seen.

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

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

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