But it's a poor fellow who can't take his pleasure without asking other people's permission.

I, also, would like to look and smile, sit and walk like that, so free, so worthy, so restrained, so candid, so childlike and mysterious. A man only looks and walks like that when he has conquered his Self. I also will conquer my Self.

A tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me!... Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all.

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

The world is not imperfect or slowly evolving along a long path to perfection. No, it is perfect at every moment; every sin already carries grace within it, all small children are potential old men, all sucklings have death within them, all dying people — eternal life.

I want to learn from myself, want to be my student, want to get to know myself, the secret of Siddhartha.

When we hate a person, what we hate in his image is something inside ourselves. Whatever isn't inside us can't excite us.