So you can't dance? Not at all? Not even one step? How can you say that you've taken any trouble to live when you won't even dance?

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.

Love is like death. It is fulfillment and an evening after which nothing more may follow.

Often it is the most deserving people who cannot help loving those who destroy them.

Knowledge can be communicated, but not wisdom. One can find it, live it, be fortified by it, do wonders through it, but one cannot communicate and teach it.

I have begun to listen to the teachings my blood whispers to me.

But one thing this doctrine, so clean, so venerable, does not contain: it does nto contain the secret of what the Sublime One himself experienced, he alone among the hundreds of thousands. This is why I am continuing my wanderings not to seek another, better doctrine, because I know there is none, but to leave behind all the teachings and all teachers, and either attain my goal alone or die.