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

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

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.

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

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

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