A house without books is a poor house, even if beautiful rugs are covering its floors and precious wallpapers and pictures cover its walls

How could I fail to be a lone wolf, and an uncouth hermit, as I did not share one of its aims nor understand one of its pleasures?

One must find the source within one's own Self, one must possess it. Everything else was seeking -- a detour, an error.

A girl had bidden me eat and drink and sleep, and had shown me friendship and had laughed at me and had called me a silly little boy. And this wonderful friend had talked to me of the saints and shown me that even when I had outdone myself in absurdity I was not alone.

I felt knowledge and the unity of the world circulate in me like my own blood.

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

To nobody can you communicate in words and teachings, what happened to you in your hour of enlightenment.