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

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

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

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

God is a pure no-thing, concealed in now and here; the less you reach for him, the more he will appear.

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