In the beginning was the myth.

The bourgeois today burns as heretics and hangs as criminals those to whom he erects monuments tomorrow.

Siddhartha stopped fighting his fate this very hour, and he stopped suffering.

He had loved and he had found himself. Most people love to lose themselves.

You have to try the impossible to achieve the possible

When we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.

Lovers should not separate from each other after making love without admiring each other, without being conquered as well as conquering, so that no feeling of satiation or desolation arises nor the horrid feeling of misusing or having been misused.