Nothing was, nothing will be, everything has reality and presence

Happiness is love, nothing else. A man who is capable of love is happy.

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.

There is, so I believe, in the essence of everything, something that we cannot call learning. There is, my friend, only a knowledge-that is everywhere, that is Atman, that is in me and you and in every creature, and I am beginning to believe that this knowledge has no worse enemy than the man of knowledge, than learning.

Were not the gods forms created like me and you, mortal, transient?

No permanence is ours, we are a wave that flows to fit whatever form it finds.

What could I say to you that would be of value, except that perhaps you seek too much, that as a result of your seeking you cannot find.