Life is always frightful. We cannot help it and we are responsible all the same. One's born and at once one is guilty.

He has robbed me, yet he has given me something of greater value . . . he has given to me myself.

You know quite well, deep within you, that there is only a single magic, a single power, a single salvation...and that is called loving. Well, then, love your suffering. Do not resist it, do not flee from it. It is your aversion that hurts, nothing else.

Once you are able to make your request in such a way that you will be quite certain of its fulfillment, then the fulfillment will come.

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

Love can be begged, bought, or received as a gift, one can find it in the street, but one cannot steal it.

Truly, nothing in the world has so occupied my thoughts as this I, this riddle, the fact I am alive, that I am separated and isolated from all others, that I am Siddhartha! And about nothing in the world do I know less about than me, about Siddhartha!