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

By the will art thou lost, by the will art thou found, by the will art thou free, captive, and bound.

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.

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

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

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

A monk asks:Is there anything more miraculous than the wonders of nature?The master answers:Yes, your awareness of the wonders of nature.