Each man's life represents a road toward himself.

The deity is within you, not in ideas and books. Truth is lived, not taught.

What should I possibly have to tell you, oh venerable one? Perhaps that you're searching far too much? That in all that searching, you don't find the time for finding?

Every man is more than just himself; he also represents the unique, the very special and always significant and remarkable point at which the world's phenomena intersect, only once in this way, and never again.

A mere nothing suffices — and the lightning strikes.

We kill when we close our eyes to poverty, affliction, or infamy. We kill when, because it is easier, we countenance, or pretend to approve of atrophied social, political, educational, and religious institutions, instead of resolutely combating them.

A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening...