Even the pluckiest among us has but seldom the courage of what he really knows.

We are unknown to ourselves, we men of knowledge - and with good reason. We have never sought ourselves - how could it happen that we should ever find ourselves? It has rightly been said: "Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also"; our treasure is where the beehives of our knowledge are.

One should adpot only those situations in which one is in no need of sham virtues, but rather, like the tight-rope dancer on his tight rope, in which one must either fall or stand--or escape.

We must understand how to hide in darkness in order to escape the gnat-swarms of utterly annoying admirers.

Sharp and mild, dull and keen, well known and strange, dirty and clean, where both the fool and wise are seen: All this am I, have ever been, - in me dove, snake and swine convene!

After Buddha was dead, his shadow was still shown for centuries in a cave.

For a tree to become tall it must grow tough roots among the rocks.