“It taught him how to listen — how to listen with a quiet heart and a waiting soul, open soul, without passion, without desire, without judgment, without opinion.”

The true profession of a man is to find his way to himself.

Happiness is a how; not a what. A talent, not an object.

A magic dwells in each beginning, protecting us, telling us how to live.

Only within yourself exists that other reality for which you long.

No permanence is ours, we are a wave that flows to fit whatever form it finds.

I have always believed, and I still believe, that whatever good or bad fortune may come our way we can always give it meaning and transform it into something of value.

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

There is no reality except the one contained within us.

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

Solitude is independence.

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

Your soul is the whole world.

Age is a state of mind. Youth and age exist only among the ordinary people. All the more talented and exceptional of us; are sometimes old, just as we are sometimes happy, and sometimes sad.

Knowledge can be communicated, but not wisdom. One can find it, live it, be fortified by it, do wonders through it, but one cannot communicate and teach it.

Seeking means: to have a goal; but finding means: to be free, to be receptive, to have no goal.

Theory is knowledge that doesn’t work. Practice is when everything works and you don’t know why.

Do not desire to fit in. Desire to oblige yourselves to lead.

Desire sets our compass, but real life steers our course.

We can do nothing ourselves; God must do it. To speak to Him thus is easier by nature for woman than for man because a natural desire lives in her to give herself completely to someone.

If you asked me now who I am, the only answer I could give with any certainty would be my name. For the rest: my loves, my hates, down even to my deepest desires, I can no longer say whether these emotions are my own, or stolen from those I once so desperately wished to be.

How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers.

Forbid us something, and that thing we desire.

Do you know my friend that each one of us is a dark mystery, a maze of conflicting passions and desire and aptitudes?

Mastery is not a question of genetics of luck, but of following your natural inclinations and the deep desires that stirs you from within.