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

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

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

By the will art thou lost, by the will art thou found, by the will art thou free, captive, and bound.

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.

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.