I, also, would like to look and smile, sit and walk like that, so free, so worthy, so restrained, so candid, so childlike and mysterious. A man only looks and walks like that when he has conquered his Self. I also will conquer my Self.

Wisdom is not communicable. The wisdom which a wise man tries to communicate always sounds foolish.

Therefore, I see whatever exists as good, death is to me like life, sin like holiness, wisdom like foolishness, everything has to be as it is, everything only requires my consent, only my willingness, my loving agreement, to be good for me, to do nothing but work for my benefit, to be unable to ever harm me.

Writing is good, thinking is better. Cleverness is good, patience is better.

I want to learn from myself, want to be my student, want to get to know myself, the secret of Siddhartha.

His life oscillates, as everyone's does, not merely between two poles, such as the body and the spirit, the saint and the sinner, but between thousands and thousands.

Were not the gods forms created like me and you, mortal, transient?