Until 1914 I loved to travel; I often went to Italy and once spent a few months in India. Since then I have almost entirely abandoned travelling, and I have not been outside of Switzerland for over ten years.

A home isn't just a roof over our heads. A home is a place where we feel loved and where we love others. It's a place we belong. Love is what makes a home, not the contents inside the house or the number on the door. It's the people waiting for us across the threshold, the people who will take us in their arms after a ad day and kiss us good night and good morning everyday for the rest of our lives.

...and the vessel was not full, his intellect was not satisfied, his soul was not at peace, his heart was not still.

It was lovely, and tempting, to exert power over men and to shine before others, but power also had its perditions and perils.

I have been and still am a seeker, but I have ceased to question stars and books; I have begun to listen to the teaching my blood whispers to me.

Om is the bow, the arrow is soul.

You must find your dream...but no dream lasts forever, each dream is followed by another, and one should not cling to any particular dream.