When you like someone, you like them in spite of their faults. When you love someone, you love them with their faults.

...and gradually his face assumed the expressions which are so often found among rich people - the expressions of discontent, of sickliness, of displeasure, of idleness, of lovelessness. Slowly the soul sickness of the rich crept over him.

I hope death will be a great happiness, a happiness as great as that of love, fulfilled love

I have no desire to walk on water," said Siddhartha. "Let the old shamans satisfy themselves with such skills".

I can think. I can wait. I can fast.

Every sin already carries grace within in, all small children are potential old men, all sucklings have death within them, all dying people - eternal life. The Buddha exists in the robber and dice player; the robber exists in the Brahmin.

For mountain and stream, tree and leaf, root and blossom, every form in nature is echoed in us and originates in the soul whose being is eternity and is hidden from us but none the less gives itself to us for the most part in the power of love and creation.