Within us there is someone who 

knows everything, 

wills everything, 

does everything 

better than we ourselves.

If you hate a person, 

you hate something in him that is part of yourself. 

What isn't part of ourselves doesn't disturb us.

Solitude is independence.

Everything becomes a little different 

as soon as it is spoken out loud.

Without words, 

without writing 

and without books 

there would be no history, 

there could be no concept of humanity.

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.

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.

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.