The Rose is without 'why'—she blooms because she blooms.

The Rose is without 'why'—she blooms because she blooms.

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.

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

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

Nothing can throw thee into the infernal abyss so much as this detested word - heed well! - this mine and thine.

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.