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

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

Springtime is at hand. When will you ever bloom, if not here and now?

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

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

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

The Rose is without 'why'—she blooms because she blooms.