Christ could be born a thousand times in Bethlehem - but all in vain until He is born in me.

Nothing can throw thee into the infernal abyss so much as this detested word - heed well! - this mine and thine.

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.

We keep so busy talking we are so keen to act that we forget that in the heart lies all we need untapped, intact.

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.