When a writer receives praise or blame, when he arouses sympathy or is ridiculed, when he is loved or rejected, it is not on the strength of his thou….

I can think. I can wait. I can fast..

What constitutes a real, live human being is more of a mystery than ever these days, and men each one of whom is a valuable, unique experiment on the….

If time is not real, then the dividing line between this world and eternity, between suffering and bliss, between good and evil, is also an illusion..

I wanted only to live in accord with the promptings which came from my true self. Why was that so very difficult?.

My real self wanders elsewhere, far away, wanders on and on invisibly and has nothing to do with my life..

Was it not his Self, his small, fearful and proud Self, with which he had wrestled for so many years, but which had always conquered him again, which….

We must become so alone, so utterly alone, that we withdraw into our innermost self. It is a way of bitter suffering. But then our solitude is overco….

When two cultures collide is the only time when true suffering exists..

Those who are too lazy and comfortable to think for themselves and be their own judges obey the laws. Others sense their own laws within them..

When you like someone, you like them in spite of their faults. When you love someone, you love them with their faults..

The tree does not die, it waits..

Like one who has eaten and drunk too much and vomits painfully and then feels better, so did the restless man wish he could rid himself with one terr….

The world was beautiful when looked at in this way-without any seeking, so simple, so childlike..

Never is a man wholly a saint or a sinner..

...Every ego so far from being a unity is in the highest degree a manifold world, a constellated heaven, a chaos of forms, of states and stages, of i….

Only the ideas that we really live have any value..

I want to learn from myself, want to be my student, want to get to know myself, the secret of Siddhartha..

I call that man awake who, with conscious knowledge and understanding, can perceive the deep unreasoning powers in his soul, his whole innermost stre….

He saw that the water continually flowed and flowed and yet it was always there; it was always the same and yet every moment it was new..

Happiness is love, nothing else..