Knowledge can be communicated, but not wisdom.

I live in my dreams — that's what you sense. Other people live in dreams, but not in their own. That's the difference.

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

Wisdom is nothing but a preparation of the soul, a capacity, a secret art of thinking, feeling and breathing thoughts of unity at every moment of life.

You wouldn't consider all the bipeds you pass on the street human beings simply because they walk upright and carry their young in their bellies nine months! It is obvious how many of them are fish or sheep, worms or angels, how many are ants, how many are bees!

If I know what love is, it is because of you.

For a while I shall still be leaving, looking back at you as you slip away into the magic islands of the mind. But for a while now all are alive, believing that in a single poignant hour we did say all that we could ever say in a great flowing out of radiant power. It was like seeing and then going blind.