My resolve to die was not the whim of an hour. It was the ripe, sound fruit that had slowly grown to full size, lightly rocked by the winds of fate whose next breath would bring it to the ground.

Opinions mean nothing; they may be beautiful or ugly, clever or foolish, anyone can embrace or reject them.

You must find your dream, then the way becomes easy.

He was taught by the river. Incessantly, he learned from it. Most of all, he learned from it to listen, to pay close attention with a quiet heart, with a waiting, opened soul, without passion, without a wish, without judgement, without an opinion.

At one time I had given much thought to why men were so very rarely capable of living for an ideal. Now I saw that many, no, all men were capable of dying for one.

We are not going in circles, we are going upwards. The path is a spiral; we have already climbed many steps.

Only within yourself exists that other reality for which you long.