A warrior knows that he is only a man. His only regret is that his life is so short that he can't grab onto all the things he would like to. But for him, this is not an issue; it's only a pity.

The fate of all of us here has been to know that we are prisoners of power. No one knows why us in particular, but what a great fortune!

A man of knowledge chooses a path with a heart and follows it and then he looks and rejoices and laughs and then he sees and knows.

The ego is like a tired old dog. We can never kill it, so put it out on the back porch, let it rest there, and step around it.

There is nothing more lonely than eternity. And nothing is more cozy for us than to be a human being. This indeed is another contradiction-how can we keep the bonds of our humanness and still venture gladly and purposefully into the absolute loneliness of eternity?

For my teachers, unfortunately, certain things were, as they are for you, only tales of power

The trick is in what one emphasizes. We either make ourselves miserable, or we make ourselves happy. The amount of work is the same.