God is a pure no-thing, concealed in now and here; the less you reach for him, the more he will appear.

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

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

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

The Rose which here on earth is now perceived by me, has blossomed thus in god from all eternity.

I am like God and God like me. I am as large as God. He is as small as I. He cannot above me nor I beneath him be.

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