“A man who is ill-adjusted to the world is always on the verge of finding himself. One who is adjusted to the world never finds himself, but gets to be a cabinet minister.”

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.

Beauty does not bring happiness to the one who possesses it, but to the one who loves and admires it.

The truth is lived, not taught.

And wisdom is a butterfly And not a gloomy bird of prey.

You can make hell out of heaven and heaven out of hell. It’s all in the mind.

Writing is a process of self-discipline you must learn before you can call yourself a writer. There are people who write, but I think they’re quite different from people who must write.

Sometimes it is the spider that feels trapped in the very web she weaves.

It’s better to look at the sky than live there.

Many religious people are deeply suspicious. They seem, for purely religious purposes, of course, to know more about iniquity than the unregenerate.

Perhaps life is just that- a dream and a fear.

There is no later. This is later.