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

God does not care what good you did, but why you did it. He does not grade the fruit but probes the core and tests the root.

What is outside yourself does not convey much worth; Clothes do not make the man, the saddle not the horse.

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

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.

The rose does not have a why; it blossums without reason, forgetful of self and oblivious to our vision.

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