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

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

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He thought, that all men, trickled away, changing constantly, until they finally dissolved, while the artist-created images remained unchangeably the ...more

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An enlightened man had but one duty--to seek the way to himself, to reach inner certainty, to grope his way forward, no matter where it led. The reali...more

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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 everywhe...more

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I am a star in the firmamentthat observe the world, despises the worldand consumed in its heat.I am the sea by night in a stormthe sea shouting that a...more

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Never again!" commanded his will. "Again! Tomorrow!" begged his heart.

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Were not the gods forms created like me and you, mortal, transient?

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...the opposite of every truth is just as true! That is to say, any truth can only be expressed and put into words when it is one-sided. Everything th...more

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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.

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An enlightened man had but one duty--to seek the way to himself, to reach inner certainty, to grope his wayforward, no matter where it led. The realiz...more

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O how incomprehensible everything was, and actually sad, although it was also beautiful. One knew nothing. One lived and ran about the earth and rode ...more

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Whether it is good or evil, whether life in itself is pain or pleasure, whether it is uncertain-that it may perhaps be this is not important-but the u...more

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For it cannot be denied that all over the world and in all ages there are beings who are perceived to be extraordinary, charming, and appealing, and w...more

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Siddhartha has one single goal-to become empty, to become empty of thirst, desire, dreams, pleasure and sorrow-to let the Self die. No longer to be Se...more