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

Knowledge can be communicated, but not wisdom. One can find it, live it, be fortified by it, do wonders through it, but one cannot communicate and teach it.

So you find yourself surrounded by death and horror in the world, and you escape it into lust. But lust has no duration; it leaves you again in the desert.

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.

Every politician in the world is all for revolution, reason, and disarmament-but only in enemy countries, not in his own.

To nobody can you communicate in words and teachings, what happened to you in your hour of enlightenment.

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