To such men the desperate and horrible thought has come that perhaps the whole of human life is but a bad joke, a violent and ill-fated abortion of the primal mother, a savage and dismal catastophe of nature.

I have been and still am a seeker, but I have ceased to question stars and books; I have begun to listen to the teaching my blood whispers to me.

All men of goodwill have this in common - that our works put us to shame.

Love your suffering. Do not resist it, do not flee from it. It is only your aversion to it that hurts, nothing else.

There is truth, my boy. But the doctrine you desire, absolute, perfect dogma that alone provides wisdom, does not exist. Nor should you long for a perfect doctrine, my friend. Rather, you should long for the perfection of yourself. The deity is within you, not in ideas and books. Truth is lived, not taught.

The highest art... sets down its creations and trusts in their magic, without fear of not being understood.

The tree does not die, it waits.