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

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.

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

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

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

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