I have always believed, and I still believe, that whatever good or bad fortune may come our way we can always give it meaning and transform it into something of value.
We have to stumble through so much dirt and humbug before we reach home. And we have no one to guide us. Our only guide is our homesickness.
You have to try the impossible to achieve the possible.
We kill when we close our eyes to poverty, affliction, or infamy. We kill when, because it is easier, we countenance, or pretend to approve of atrophied social, political, educational, and religious institutions, instead of resolutely combating them.
When dealing with the insane, the best method is to pretend to be sane.
We are not going in circles, we are going upwards. The path is a spiral; we have already climbed many steps.
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.
I have been and still am a seeker, but I have ceased to question stars and books; I have begun to listen to the teaching my blood whispers to me.
Painting is marvelous; it makes you happier and more patient. Afterwards you do not have black fingers as with writing, but blue and red ones.
For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves.
I began to understand that suffering and disappointments and melancholy are there not to vex us or cheapen us or deprive us of our dignity but to mature and transfigure us.
Without words, without writing and without books there would be no history, there could be no concept of humanity.
Seriousness is an accident of time. It consists of putting too high a value on time. In eternity there is no time. Eternity is a moment, just long enough for a joke.
It is not our purpose to become each other; it is to recognize each other, to learn to see the other and honor him for what he is.
Within you there is a stillness and sanctuary to which you can retreat at any time and be yourself.
Learn what is to be taken seriously and laugh at the rest.
Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.
Happiness is a how; not a what. A talent, not an object.
Words can not express the joy of new life.
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.