No, I'm not religious, I'm sorry to say. But I was once and shall be again. There is no time now to be religious." "No time. Does it need time to be ….

I am fond of music I think because it is so amoral. Everything else is moral and I am after something that isn't. I have always found moralizing into….

lucid and quiet his voice hovered above the listeners, like a light, like a starry sky..

Is not every life, every work fine?.

I realize today that nothing in the world is more distasteful to a man than to take the path that leads to himself..

...and gradually his face assumed the expressions which are so often found among rich people - the expressions of discontent, of sickliness, of displ….

You knew all along that your sanctioned world was only half the world, and you tried to suppress the other half the same way the priests and teachers….

Every sin already carries grace within in, all small children are potential old men, all sucklings have death within them, all dying people - eternal….

You should never be afraid of people... such fear can destroy us completely. You've simply got to get rid of it, if you want to turn into someone dec….

In Germany I have been acknowledged again since the fall of Hitler, but my works, partly suppressed by the Nazis and partly destroyed by the war; hav….

madness, in a higher sense, is the beginning of all wisdom.

I am much inclined to live from my rucksack, and let my trousers fray as they like..

For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even m….

It was morning; through the high window I saw the pure, bright blue of the sky as it hovered cheerfully over the long roofs of the neighboring houses….

Siddhartha has one single goal-to become empty, to become empty of thirst, desire, dreams, pleasure and sorrow-to let the Self die. No longer to be S….

When a tree is cut down and reveals its naked death-wound to the sun, one can read its whole history in the luminous, inscribed disk of its trunk: in….

One never reaches home, but wherever friendly paths intersect the whole world looks like home for a time..

So you can't dance? Not at all? Not even one step? How can you say that you've taken any trouble to live when you won't even dance?.

We have to stumble through so much dirt and humbug before we reach home. And we have no one to guide us. Our only guide is our homesickness..

Each man's life represents a road toward himself, an attempt at such a road, the intimation of a path... But each of us - experiments of the depths -….

Within us there is someone who knows everything, wills everything, does everything better than we ourselves..