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

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

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

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

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

Springtime is at hand. When will you ever bloom, if not here and now?

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