The longest journey is the journey inward.

Fatigue dulls the pain, but awakes enticing thoughts of death. So! that is the way in which you are tempted to overcome your loneliness -- by making the ultimate escape from life. -- No! It may be that death is to be your ultimate gift to life: it must not be an act of treachery against it.

We cannot afford to forget any experience, not even the most painful.

Here man is no longer the center of the world, only a witness, but a witness who is also a partner in the silent life of Nature, bound by secret affinities of the trees.

We are not permitted to choose the frame of our destiny. But what we put into it is ours.

Our work for peace must begin within the private world of each one of us.

The longest journey is the journey inwards. Of him who has chosen his destiny, Who has started upon his quest for the source of his being.