But it's a poor fellow who can't take his pleasure without asking other people's permission.

One can beg, buy, be presented with and find love in the streets, but it can never be stolen.

Oh, love isn't there to make us happy. I believe it exists to show us how much we can endure.

Beautiful was this world, looking at it thus, without searching, thus simply, thus childlike.

Not in his speech, not in his thoughts, I see his greatness, only in his actions, in his life.

Meaning and reality were not hidden somewhere behind things, they were in them, in all of them.

Seeking means: to have a goal; but finding means: to be free, to be receptive, to have no goal.

God does not send us despair in order to kill us; he sends it in order to awaken us to new life.

Theory is knowledge that doesn't work. Practice is when everything works and you don't know why.

It is a pity that you students aren't fully aware of the luxury and abundance in which you live.

The world was beautiful when looked at in this way-without any seeking, so simple, so childlike.

To study history means submitting to chaos and nevertheless retaining faith in order and meaning.

He has robbed me, yet he has given me something of greater value . . . he has given to me myself.

Gratitude is not a virtue I believe in, and to me it seems hypocritical to expect it from a child.

What you call passion is not spiritual force, but friction between the soul and the outside world.

Within you there is a stillness and sanctuary to which you can retreat at any time and be yourself

Wisdom is not communicable. The wisdom which a wise man tries to communicate always sounds foolish.

A thousand times I was ready to regret and take back my rash statement - yet it had been the truth.

Chaos demands to be recognized and experienced before letting itself be converted into a new order.

Beauty does not bring happiness to the one who possesses it, but to the one who loves and admires it.

. . . gentleness is stronger than severity, water is stronger than rock, love is stronger than force.

our friendship has no other purpose, no other reason, than to show you how utterly unlike me you are.

Our god's name is Abraxas and he is God and Satan and he contains both the luminous and the dark world.

The bird fights its way out of the egg. The egg is the world. Whoever will be born must destroy a world.

The bourgeois today burns as heretics and hangs as criminals those to whom he erects monuments tomorrow.

You show the world as a complete, unbroken chain, an eternal chain, linked together by cause and effect.

Faith and doubt go hand in hand, they are complementaries. One who never doubts will never truly believe.

My real self wanders elsewhere, far away, wanders on and on invisibly and has nothing to do with my life.

One never reaches home, but wherever friendly paths intersect the whole world looks like home for a time.

To nobody can you communicate in words and teachings, what happened to you in your hour of enlightenment.

Human life is reduced to real suffering, to hell, only when two ages, two cultures and religions overlap.

I want to learn from myself, want to be my student, want to get to know myself, the secret of Siddhartha.

Love can be begged, bought, or received as a gift, one can find it in the street, but one cannot steal it.

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

But your questions, which are unanswerable without exception, all spring from the same erroneous thinking.

Opinions mean nothing; they may be beautiful or ugly, clever or foolish, anyone can embrace or reject them.

How beautiful the world was when one looked at it, without searching... just looked, simply and innocently.

Within us there is someone who knows everything, wills everything, does everything better than we ourselves.

We are not going in circles, we are going upwards. The path is a spiral; we have already climbed many steps.

Remember this: one can be a strict logician or grammarian and at the same time full of imagination and music.

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

You've never lived what you are thinking, and that isn't good. Only the ideas we actually live are of any value.

I wanted only to live in accord with the promptings which came from my true self. Why was that so very difficult?

The day had gone by just as days go by. I had killed it in accordance with my primitive and retiring way of life.

Everything that was not suffered to the end and finally concluded, recurred, and the same sorrows were undergone.

Art is contemplation of the world in a state of grace and imaginatively reflecting that subjective understanding.

To die is to go into the Collective Unconscious, to lose oneself in order to be transformed into form, pure form.

I had grown a thin mustache, I was a full-grown man, and yet I was completely helpless and without a goal in life.

Without words, without writing and without books there would be no history, there could be no concept of humanity.

Every important cultural gesture comes down to a morality, a model for human behavior concentrated into a gesture.

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