We live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always and in all circumstances we are by ourselves. [...] By its very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude. Sensations, feelings, insights, fancies - all these are private and, except through symbols and at second hand, incommunicable.

Pure Spirit, one hundred degrees proof - that's a drink that only the most hardened contemplation-guzzlers indulge in. Bodhisattvas dilute their Nirvana with equal parts of love and work.

The more a man knows about himself in relation to every kind of experience, the greater his chance of suddenly, one fine morning, realizing who in fact he is.

Cynical realism is the intelligent man's best excuse for doing nothing in an intolerable situation.

Dream in a pragmatic way.

which is better - to be born stupid into an intelligent society or intelligent into an insane one?

Men make use of their illnesses at least as much as they are made use of by them.