Love is like death. It is fulfillment and an evening after which nothing more may follow.

One of the disadwantages of school and learning, he thought dreamily, was that the mind seemed to have the tendency too see and represent all things as though they were flat and had only two dimensions. This, somehow, seemed to render all matters of intellect shallow and worthless.

My real self wanders elsewhere, far away, wanders on and on invisibly and has nothing to do with my life.

Your soul is the whole world.

The truth has a million faces, but there is only one truth.

When the suffering becomes acute enough, one goes forward.

To recognize causes is to think, and through thought alone feelings become knowledge and are not lost, but become real and begin to mature.