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.

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

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

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

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.

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