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

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

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

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

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

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

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