If Christ were born in Bethlehem a thousand times and not in thee thyself; then art thou lost eternally.

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

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

If Christ were born in Bethlehem a thousand times and not in thee thyself; then art thou lost eternally.

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

Love is difficult, because loving is not enough: We must, like God, ourselves be Love.

If in your heart you make a manger for his birth then God will once again become a child on earth.