The rose is without 'why'; it blooms simply because it blooms. It pays no attention to itself, nor does it ask whether anyone sees it.

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

Nothing can throw thee into the infernal abyss so much as this detested word - heed well! - this mine and thine.

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 one awakened liberated sees all things as one unseparated.

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

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