If I know what love is, it is because of you.

Wisdom is nothing but a preparation of the soul, a capacity, a secret art of thinking, feeling and breathing thoughts of unity at every moment of life.

The art of love-giving and taking become one.

...and the vessel was not full, his intellect was not satisfied, his soul was not at peace, his heart was not still.

They both listened silently to the water, which to them was not just water, but the voice of life, the voice of Being, the voice of perpetual Becoming.

You've never lived what you are thinking, and that isn't good. Only the ideas we actually live are of any value.

Until 1914 I loved to travel; I often went to Italy and once spent a few months in India. Since then I have almost entirely abandoned travelling, and I have not been outside of Switzerland for over ten years.