“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.”

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.

Oh, love isn’t there to make us happy. I believe it exists to show us how much we can endure.

If my books can help children become readers then I feel I have accomplished something important.

I always take time to read, and try to read at least one book per week!

The books transported her into new worlds and introduced her to amazing people who lived exciting lives.

He never went out without a book under his arm, and he often came back with two.

It has always been a happy thought to me that the creek runs on all night, new every minute, whether I wish it or know it or care, as a closed book on a shelf continues to whisper to itself its own inexhaustible tale.

How many a man has dated a new era in his life from the reading of a book.

Books swept me away, this way and that, one after the other; I made endless vows according to their lights for I believed them.

Once you learn to read, you will be forever free.