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

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

The Rose which here on earth is now perceived by me, has blossomed thus in god from all eternity.

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

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

If in your heart you make a manger for his birth then God will once again become a child on earth.

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