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

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.

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.

Our reefs are the heart and souls of our oceans. Nothing makes me happier than a healthy reef.

First our pleasures die – and then our hopes, and then our fears – and when these are dead, the debt is due dust claims dust – and we die too.

Real happiness lies within you.

We are happy that we could resonate with so many people.

This idea of perpetual happiness is crazy and overrated, because those dark moments fuel you for the next bright moments; each one helps you appreciate the other.

Remember that the happiest people are not those getting more, but those giving more.

I’ve always believed happiness is overrated, you know? It’s those difficult times that inform the next wonderful time, and it’s a series of trade-offs, of events, of wins and losses.

Let men be happy, informed, skillful, well behaved, and productive.