As I watched the seagulls, I thought, That's the road to take; find the absolute rhythm and follow it with absolute trust.

Each man must have his own special route to lead him to God.

Inexperience loves to preach.

When shall I at last retire into solitude alone, without companions, without joy and without sorrow, with only the sacred certainty that all is a dream? When, in my rags—without desires—shall I retire contented into the mountains? When, seeing that my body is merely sickness and crime, age and death, shall I—free, fearless, and blissful—retire to the forest? When? When, oh when?

As long as there are flowers and children and birds in the world, have no fears: everything will be fine.

For I realize today that it is a mortal sin to violate the great laws of nature. We should not hurry, we should not be impatient, but we should confidently obey the eternal rhythm.

I said only one word, brought only one message: Love. Love - nothing else.