What is outside yourself does not convey much worth; Clothes do not make the man, the saddle not the horse.

The Rose which here on earth is now perceived by me, has blossomed thus in god from all eternity.

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

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

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

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

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