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.

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.

A rose is but a rose, it blooms because it blooms; it thinks not of itself, nor asks if it is seen.

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

The name of Jesus is as ointment poured forth; It nourishes, and illumines, and stills the anguish of the soul.