Let me say no more. Words do no justice to the hidden meaning. Everything immediately becomes slightly different when it is expressed in words, a little bit distorted, a little foolish...It is perfectly fine with me that what for one man is precious wisdom for another sounds like foolery.

He saw that the water continually flowed and flowed and yet it was always there; it was always the same and yet every moment it was new.

Love can be begged, bought, or received as a gift, one can find it in the street, but one cannot steal it.

Meaning and reality were not hidden somewhere behind things, they were in them, in all of them.

Friendship is identification and difference

Every age, every culture, every custom and tradition has its own character, its own weakness and its own strength, its beauties and cruelties; it accepts certain sufferings as matters of course, puts up patiently with certain evils. Human life is reduced to real suffering, to hell, only when two ages, two cultures and religions overlap

Often it is the most deserving people who cannot help loving those who destroy them.