The truth has a million faces, but there is only one truth.

Every path leads homeward, every step is birth, every step is death, every grave is mother.

When we hate a person, what we hate in his image is something inside ourselves. Whatever isn't inside us can't excite us.

Every sin already carries grace within in, all small children are potential old men, all sucklings have death within them, all dying people - eternal life. The Buddha exists in the robber and dice player; the robber exists in the Brahmin.

You will become tired, Siddhartha." "I will become tired." "You will fall asleep, Siddhartha." "I will not fall asleep." "You will die, Siddhartha." "I will die.

Love your suffering. Do not resist it, do not flee from it. It is only your aversion to it that hurts, nothing else.

When we are stricken and cannot bear our lives any longer, then a tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me! Life is not easy, life is not difficult. Those are childish thoughts. . . . Home is neither here nor there. Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all.