When we hate a person, what we hate in his image is something inside ourselves. Whatever isn't inside us can't excite us.

Slowly blossomed, slowly ripened in Siddhartha the realisation, the knowledge, what wisdom actually was, what the goal of his long search was. It was nothing but a readiness of the soul, an ability, a secret art, to think every moment, while living his life, the thought of oneness, to be able to feel and inhale the oneness.

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

Lovers should not separate from each other after making love without admiring each other, without being conquered as well as conquering, so that no feeling of satiation or desolation arises nor the horrid feeling of misusing or having been misused.

Once you are able to make your request in such a way that you will be quite certain of its fulfillment, then the fulfillment will come.

Everyone can perform magic, everyone can reach his goals, if he is able to think, if he is able to wait, if he is able to fast.

The tree does not die, it waits.