Wisdom cannot be imparted. Wisdom that a wise man attempts to impart always sounds like foolishness to someone else.

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

I am in truth the Steppenwolf that I often call myself; that beast astray that finds neither home nor joy nor nourishment in a world that is strange and incomprehensible to him.

The truth has a million faces, but there is only one truth.

lucid and quiet his voice hovered above the listeners, like a light, like a starry sky.

Every man is more than just himself; he also represents the unique, the very special and always significant and remarkable point at which the world's phenomena intersect, only once in this way, and never again.

Each of us is merely one human being, merely an experiment, a way station. But each of us should be on the way toward perfection, should be striving to reach the center, not the periphery.