A rose is but a rose, it blooms because it blooms; it thinks not of itself, nor asks if it is seen.
Angelus SilesiusWhat is outside yourself does not convey much worth; Clothes do not make the man, the saddle not the horse.
Angelus SilesiusThe Rose which here on earth is now perceived by me, has blossomed thus in god from all eternity.
Angelus SilesiusIf Christ were born in Bethlehem a thousand times and not in thee thyself; then art thou lost eternally.
Angelus Silesius