Your soul is the whole world.
Each man’s life represents a road toward himself, an attempt at such a road, the intimation of a path. No man has ever been entirely and completely himself.
I wanted only to live in accord with the promptings which came from my true self. Why was that so very difficult?
Youth ends when egotism does; maturity begins when one lives for others.
People with courage and character always seem sinister to the rest.
Good that you ask – you should always ask, always have doubts.
You’ve never lived what you are thinking, and that isn’t good. Only the ideas we actually live are of any value.
For what I always hated and detested and cursed above all things was this contentment, this healthiness and comfort, this carefully preserved optimism of the middle classes, this fat and prosperous brood of mediocrity.
You are only afraid if you are not in harmony with yourself.
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.
Writing is good, thinking is better. Cleverness is good, patience is better.
Everyone can perform magic, everyone can reach his goals, if he is able to think, if he is able to wait, if he is able to fast.
The marvel of the Bhagavad-Gita is its truly beautiful revelation of life’s wisdom which enables philosophy to blossom into religion.
As a body everyone is single, as a soul never.
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.
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.
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.
The bourgeois prefers comfort to pleasure, convenience to liberty, and a pleasant temperature to the deathly inner consuming fire.
Eternity is a mere moment, just long enough for a joke.
Perhaps people like us cannot love. Ordinary people can – that is their secret.