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.

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.

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

If Christ were born in Bethlehem a thousand times and not in thee thyself; then art thou lost eternally.

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

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

Do not seek God in outer space-- Your heart is the only place in which to meet Him face to face.

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.

If in your heart you make a manger for his birth then God will once again become a child on earth.

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

Though Christ a thousand times in Bethlehem be born, If he's not born in thee thy soul is still forlorn.

Knowledge planted in truth grows in truth.Strength born of peace loses nothing to hate.

Purpose is more important than the process that leads there.

The Master: The cosmos without the Doctor scarcely bears thinking about.

Who ever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster.

Mostly, I think people are fake. Well, what do you expect? The fake world we live in conspires to make us all fakes.

It is not designed that the road should be made too smooth for us here upon earth.

Regrettably, what we are now seeing is that the new U.S. government with Donald trump is stuck in the same old, partisan thinking patterns in terms of our resistance. That is a mistake.

You can't look at the tax cut on a family until you realized how - how much better off they're going to be in a growing economy.

The reality of one night, let alone that of a whole lifetime, can never be the whole truth.

So could we please not mob the three-thousand-plus-year-old reaper like tweens at a boy-band concert?