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

If in your heart you make a manger for his birth then God will once again become a child on earth.

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

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.

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

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