The bringers of joy have always been the children of sorrow.

Before making peace, war is necessary, and that war must be made with our self. Our worst enemy is our self: our faults, our weaknesses, our limitations. And our mind is such a traitor! What does it? It covers our faults even from our own eyes, and points out to us the reason for all our difficulties: others! So it constantly deludes us, keeping us unaware of the real enemy, and pushes us towards those others to fight them, showing them to us as our enemies.

The man who tries to prove his belief superior to the faith of another, does not know the meaning of religion.

Resignation is a quality of the saintly souls.

Reason is the illusion of reality

It is not solid wood that can become a flute, but the empty reed.

For the value of everything exists for man only so long as he does not understand it. When he has fully understood, the value is lost, be it the lowest thing or the highest thing.