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

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

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

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.

It isn't bread that feeds you; it is life and the spirit that feed you through bread.

God, whose love and joy are present everywhere, can't come to visit you unless you aren't there.