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

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

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

The rose is without 'why'; it blooms simply because it blooms. It pays no attention to itself, nor does it ask whether anyone sees it.

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

Paradise is at your own center; unless you find it there, there is no way to enter.

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