Christ could be born a thousand times in Bethlehem - but all in vain until He is born in me.
The Rose is without 'why'—she blooms because she blooms.
Springtime is at hand. When will you ever bloom, if not here and now?
The name of Jesus is as ointment poured forth; It nourishes, and illumines, and stills the anguish of the soul.
The one awakened liberated sees all things as one unseparated.
If Christ were born in Bethlehem a thousand times and not in thee thyself; then art thou lost eternally.