It is not for me to judge another man's life. I must judge, I must choose, I must spurn, purely for myself. For myself, alone.

When we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.

Because the world is so full of death and horror, I try again and again to console my heart and pick the flowers that grow in the midst of hell.

I call that man awake who, with conscious knowledge and understanding, can perceive the deep unreasoning powers in his soul, his whole innermost strength, desire and weakness, and knows how to reckon with himself.

If a man has nothing to eat, fasting is the most intelligent thing he can do.

Happiness is love, nothing else. A man who is capable of love is happy.

Most people...are like a falling leaf that drifts and turns in the air, flutters, and falls to the ground. But a few others are like stars which travel one defined path: no wind reaches them, they have within themselves their guide and path.