Without words, without writing and without books there would be no history, there could be no concept of humanity.
The truth is lived, not taught.
The world is not imperfect or slowly evolving along a path to perfection. No, it is perfect at every moment, every sin already carries grace in it.
One never reaches home, but wherever friendly paths intersect the whole world looks like home for a time.
Wisdom is nothing but a preparation of the soul, a capacity, a secret art of thinking, feeling and breathing thoughts of unity at every moment of life.
Happiness is a how; not a what. A talent, not an object.
Those who cannot think or take responsibility for themselves need, and clamor for, a leader.
If time is not real, then the dividing line between this world and eternity, between suffering and bliss, between good and evil, is also an illusion.
Love of God is not always the same as love of good.
Solitude is independence.
It was as if all of the happiness, all of the magic of this blissful hour had flowed together into these stirring, bittersweet tones and flowed away, becoming temporal and transitory once more.
Writing is good, thinking is better. Cleverness is good, patience is better.
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.
Knowledge can be communicated, but not wisdom. One can find it, live it, be fortified by it, do wonders through it, but one cannot communicate and teach it.
What constitutes a real, live human being is more of a mystery than ever these days, and men each one of whom is a valuable, unique experiment on the part of nature are shot down wholesale.
To be able to throw one's self away for the sake of a moment, to be able to sacrifice years for a woman's smile - that is happiness.
Some of us think holding on makes us strong; but sometimes it is letting go.
Our mind is capable of passing beyond the dividing line we have drawn for it. Beyond the pairs of opposites of which the world consists, other, new insights begin.
When dealing with the insane, the best method is to pretend to be sane.
Meaning and reality were not hidden somewhere behind things, they were in them, in all of them.
If a man has nothing to eat, fasting is the most intelligent thing he can do.
It was morning; through the high window I saw the pure, bright blue of the sky as it hovered cheerfully over the long roofs of the neighboring houses. It too seemed full of joy, as if it had special plans, and had put on its finest clothes for the occasion.
Everything becomes a little different as soon as it is spoken out loud.
People with courage and character always seem sinister to the rest.
There's no reality except the one contained within us. That's why so many people live an unreal life. They take images outside them for reality and never allow the world within them to assert itself.