The way to innocence, to the uncreated and to God leads on, not back, not back to the wolf or to the child, but ever further into sin, ever deeper into human life.

There is, so I believe, in the essence of everything, something that we cannot call learning. There is, my friend, only a knowledge-that is everywhere, that is Atman, that is in me and you and in every creature, and I am beginning to believe that this knowledge has no worse enemy than the man of knowledge, than learning.

Perhaps people like us cannot love. Ordinary people can - that is their secret.

One can beg, buy, be presented with and find love in the streets, but it can never be stolen.

People with courage and character always seem sinister to the rest.

What should I possibly have to tell you, oh venerable one? Perhaps that you're searching far too much? That in all that searching, you don't find the time for finding?

All I really wanted was to try and live the life that was spontaneously welling up within me. Why was that so very difficult?