He looked around, as if he was seeing the world for the first time. Beautiful was the world, colorful was the world, strange and mysterious was the world! Here was blue, here was yellow, here was green, the sky and the river flowed, the forest and the mountains were rigid, all of it was beautiful, all of it was mysterious and magical, and in its midst was he, Siddhartha, the awakening one, on the path to himself.

Each man's life represents a road toward himself.

Faith is stronger than so-called reality.

Love of God is not always the same as love of good.

Every healthy person must have a goal in life and that life must have content.

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 day I would be a better hand at the game. One day I would learn how to laugh. Pablo was waiting for me, and Mozart too.