To be able to throw one's self away for the sake of a moment, to be able to sacrifice years for a woman's smile - that is happiness.

Each man's life represents a road toward himself, an attempt at such a road, the intimation of a path... But each of us - experiments of the depths - strives toward his own destiny. We can understand one another; but each of us is able to interpret himself to himself alone.

You will become tired, Siddhartha." "I will become tired." "You will fall asleep, Siddhartha." "I will not fall asleep." "You will die, Siddhartha." "I will die.

Happiness is a how; not a what. A talent, not an object.

In each individual the spirit is made flesh, in each one the whole of creation suffers, in each one a Savior is crucified.

Human life is reduced to real suffering, to hell, only when two ages, two cultures and religions overlap.

Friendship is identification and difference