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

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

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

A rose is but a rose, it blooms because it blooms; it thinks not of itself, nor asks if it is seen.

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

What is outside yourself does not convey much worth; Clothes do not make the man, the saddle not the horse.

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