The Rose which here on earth is now perceived by me, has blossomed thus in god from all eternity.

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

Don't think that some tomorrow you'll see God's Light. You see it now or err in darkest night.

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

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

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

The Rose which here on earth is now perceived by me, has blossomed thus in god from all eternity.