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

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.

Life is waiting everywhere, the future is flowering everywhere, but we only see a small part of it and step on much of it with our feet

If I know what love is, it is because of you.

Seriousness is an accident of time. It consists of putting too high a value on time. In eternity there is no time. Eternity is a moment, just long enough for a joke.

All life was a breath exhaled by God. All dying was a breath inhaled by God.

To die is to go into the Collective Unconscious, to lose oneself in order to be transformed into form, pure form.

I have been and still am a seeker, but I have ceased to question stars and books; I have begun to listen to the teaching my blood whispers to me.

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.

God does not send us despair in order to kill us; he sends it in order to awaken us to new life.

Because the world is so full of death and horror, I try again and again to console my heart and pick the flowers that grow in the midst of hell.

What you call passion is not spiritual force, but friction between the soul and the outside world.

You can ride, you can travel with a friend of your own; The final step you must take alone. No wisdom is better than this when known: That every hard thing is done alone.

A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening.

You know quite well, deep within you, that there is only a single magic, a single power, a single salvation…and that is called loving. Well, then, love your suffering. Do not resist it, do not flee from it. It is your aversion that hurts, nothing else.

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.

I hate being all tidy like a book in a library where nobody reads – prison is horribly like that.

Books were safer than other people anyway.

There are two motives for reading a book; one, that you enjoy it; the other, that you can boast about it.

Words build bridges into unexplored regions.

I don’t write a book so that it will be the final word; I write a book so that other books are possible, not necessarily written by me.

Home is you, me and, the road with books for life.

Most of the things he did were naive but he read books and he sure loved her right.

Happiness is to just read some good books and someone to share them with.