The rose does not have a why; it blossums without reason, forgetful of self and oblivious to our vision.

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

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

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.

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

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

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