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.

I shall no longer be instructed by the Yoga Veda or the Aharva Veda, or the ascetics, or any other doctrine whatsoever. I shall learn from myself, be a pupil of myself; I shall get to know myself, the mystery of Siddhartha." He looked around as if he were seeing the world for the first time.

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?

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

For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves.

All this had always been and he had never seen it; he was never present. Now he was present and belonged to it. Through his eyes he saw light and shadows; through his mind he was aware of moon and stars.

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.