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

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.

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.

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.