I have always been a great dreamer; in dreams I am more active than in my real life, and these shadows sapped me of health and energy.

A tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me!... Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all.

To achieve the possible, we must attempt the impossible again and again.

What a wonderful sleep it had been! Never had sleep so refreshed him, so renewed him, so rejuvenated him! Perhaps he had really died, perhaps he had been drowned and was reborn in another form. No, he recognized himself, he recognized his hands and feet, the place where he lay and the Self in his breast, Siddhartha, self-willed, individualistic. But this Siddhartha was somewhat changed, renewed. He had slept wonderfully. He was remarkably awake, happy and curious.

Every man is more than just himself; he also represents the unique, the very special and always significant and remarkable point at which the world's phenomena intersect, only once in this way, and never again.

But it's a poor fellow who can't take his pleasure without asking other people's permission.

You are only afraid if you are not in harmony with yourself. People are afraid because they have never owned up to themselves.