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.

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

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

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.

God is a pure no-thing, concealed in now and here; the less you reach for him, the more he will appear.

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