God Cannot Know Himself Without Me.

The Outward Work Can Never Be Small If The Inward One Is Great, And The Outward Work Can Never Be Great Or Good If The Inward Is Small Or Of Little Worth.

Between God And Me There Is No 'between'.

There Exists Only The Present Instant... A Now Which Always And Without End Is Itself New. There Is No Yesterday Nor Any Tomorrow, But Only Now, As It Was A Thousand Years Ago And As It Will Be A Thousand Years Hence.

Above Thought Is The Intellect, Which Still Seeks: It Goes About Looking, Spies Out Here And There, Picks Up And Drops. But Above The Intellect That Seeks Is Another Intellect Which Does Not Seek But Stays In Its Pure, Simple Being, Which Is Embraced In That Light.

Where Intuition Finds, Love Follows, And Memory And All The Soul As Well.