Siddhartha has one single goal-to become empty, to become empty of thirst, desire, dreams, pleasure and sorrow-to let the Self die. No longer to be Self, to experience the peace of an emptied heart, to experience pure thought-that was his goal.

All higher humor begins with ceasing to take oneself seriously.

A father can pass on his nose and eyes and even his intelligence to his child, but not his soul. In every human being the soul is new

Happiness is love, nothing else.

What is the holding of breath? It is a flight from the Self, it is a temporary escape from the torment of Self. It is a temporary palliative against the pain and folly of life.

Remember this: one can be a strict logician or grammarian and at the same time full of imagination and music.

I can think. I can wait. I can fast.