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

I do want more. I am not content with being happy. I was not made for it. It is not my destiny. My destiny is the opposite.

"You do not really love me — you love nobody. Is that not true?" "Maybe," said Siddhartha wearily. "I am like you. You cannot love either, otherwise how could you practice love as an art? Perhaps people like us cannot love. Ordinary people can — that is their secret."

His way had therefore come full circle, or rather had taken the form of an ellipse or a spiral, following as ever no straight unbroken line, for the rectilinear belongs only to Geometry and not to Nature and Life.

Faith and doubt go hand in hand, they are complementaries. One who never doubts will never truly believe.

Those who direct the maximum force of their desires toward the center, toward true being, toward perfection, seem quieter than the passionate souls because the flame of their fervor cannot always be seen.

The true profession of a man is to find his way to himself.