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

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

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.

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

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

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