The deity is within you, not in ideas and books. Truth is lived, not taught.

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!

One cannot apologize for something fundamental, and a child feels and knows this as well and as deeply as any sage.

Slowly blossomed, slowly ripened in Siddhartha the realisation, the knowledge, what wisdom actually was, what the goal of his long search was. It was nothing but a readiness of the soul, an ability, a secret art, to think every moment, while living his life, the thought of oneness, to be able to feel and inhale the oneness.

Oh, love isn't there to make us happy. I believe it exists to show us how much we can endure.

If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is part of yourself. What isn't part of ourselves doesn't disturb us.

Words do not express thoughts very well. They always become a little different immediately after they are expressed, a little distorted, a little foolish.