Man's life seems to me like a long, weary night that would be intolerable if there were not occasionally flashes of light, the sudden brightness of which is so comforting and wonderful, that the moments of their appearance cancel out and justify the years of darkness.

The river taught us how to listen with a silent heart, with a waiting open soul.

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

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

In fear I hurried this way and that. I had the taste of blood and chocolate in my mouth, the one as hateful as the other.

And here is a doctrine at which you will laugh. It seems to me, Govinda, that love is the most important thing in the world.

She stood before him and surrendered herself to him and sky, forest, and brook all came toward him in new and resplendent colors, belonged to him, and spoke to him in his own language. And instead of merely winning a woman he embraced the entire world and every star in heaven glowed within him and sparkled with joy in his soul. He had loved and had found himself. But most people love to lose themselves.