The voices of all creatures are in the voices of the river.

And here is a doctrine at which you will laugh. It seems to me, Govinda, that love is the most important thing in the world.

And whether this happiness lasted a hundred seconds or ten minutes, it was so far removed from time that it resembled every other genuine happiness as completely as one fluttering blue lycaenid butterfly resembles another.

The day had gone by just as days go by. I had killed it in accordance with my primitive and retiring way of life.

A magic dwells in each beginning, protecting us, telling us how to live.

The cup was emptied and would never be filled again.

Look: We hate nothing that exists, not even death, suffering and dying, does not horrify our souls, as long as we learn more deeply to love.