It was lovely, and tempting, to exert power over men and to shine before others, but power also had its perditions and perils.

I have no desire to walk on water," said Siddhartha. "Let the old shamans satisfy themselves with such skills".

The judge who sits over the murderer and looks into his face, and at one moment recognizes all the emotions and potentialities and possibilities of the murderer in his own soul and hears the murderer's voice as his own, is at the next moment one and indivisible as the judge, and scuttles back into the shell of his cultivated self and does his duty and condemns the murderer to death.

Words do not express thoughts very well. They always become a little different immediately after they are expressed, a little distorted, a little foolish.

I shall begin my story with an experience I had when I was ten and attended our small town's Latin school.

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

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