“A house without books is a poor house, even if beautiful rugs are covering its floors and precious wallpapers and pictures cover its walls”

The river is everywhere.

Any attempt to replace a personal conscience by a collective conscience does violence to the individual and is the first step toward totalitarianism.

Everything becomes a little different as soon as it is spoken out loud.

He had loved and he had found himself. Most people love to lose themselves.

And all the voices, all the goals, all the yearnings, all the sorrows, all the pleasures, all the good and evil, all of them together was the world. All of them together was the stream of events, the music of life.

Happiness is love, nothing else. A man who is capable of love is happy.

The deity is within you, not in ideas and books. Truth is lived, not taught.

The truth has a million faces, but there is only one truth.

You must find your dream, then the way becomes easy.

His life oscillates, as everyone’s does, not merely between two poles, such as the body and the spirit, the saint and the sinner, but between thousands and thousands.

Gentleness is stronger than severity, water is stronger than rock, love is stronger than force.

Opinions mean nothing; they may be beautiful or ugly, clever or foolish, anyone can embrace or reject them.

All higher humor begins with ceasing to take oneself seriously.

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

You are only afraid if you are not in harmony with yourself. People are afraid because they have never owned up to themselves. A whole society composed of men afraid of the unknown within them!

When the suffering becomes acute enough, one goes forward.

The more tranquil a man becomes, the greater is his success, his influence, his power for good. The calmness of mind is one of the beautiful jewels of wisdom.

Hold my hand we’ll walk, run and fly above this beautiful sky.

I think it’s beautiful the way you sparkle when you talk about the things you love.

It was her chaos that made her beautiful.

All the scars I hide fearfully, you see; counting them carefully with your lips, and telling me they are beautiful.

The view looks so much better when you see the beauty inside of yourself.

I know that she is beautiful and I like to remind her again and again.

My roots touched mother earth and she blessed me with her color. Brown skin is beautiful.