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

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

Christ could be born a thousand times in Bethlehem - but all in vain until He is born in me.

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.

Don't think that some tomorrow you'll see God's Light. You see it now or err in darkest night.

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

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