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

A monk asks:Is there anything more miraculous than the wonders of nature?The master answers:Yes, your awareness of the wonders of nature.

What is outside yourself does not convey much worth; Clothes do not make the man, the saddle not the horse.

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.

Love is difficult, because loving is not enough: We must, like God, ourselves be Love.

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

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