Once he said to her: 'You are like me; you are different from other people. You are Kamala and no one else, and within you there is a stillness and sanctuary to which you can retreat any time and be yourself, just as I can. Few people have that capacity and yet everyone could have it.

(...) y todo aquello unido era el río, todas las voces, los fines, los anhelos, los sufrimientos, los placeres; el río era la música de la vida. Y cuando Siddharta escuchaba con atención al río, podía oír esa canción de mil voces; y sino escuchaba el dolor ni la risa, si no ataba su alma a una de aquellas voces y no penetraba su yo en ella ni oía todas las tonalidades, entonces percibía únicamente el total, la unidad. En aquel momento, la canción de mil voces, consistía en una sola palabra: el Om, la perfección.

Each man's life represents a road toward himself, an attempt at such a road, the intimation of a path... But each of us - experiments of the depths - strives toward his own destiny. We can understand one another; but each of us is able to interpret himself to himself alone.

Love must not entreat,' she added, 'or demand. Love must have the strength to become certain within itself. Then it ceases merely to be attracted and begins to attract.

He does not educate children but rejoices in their happiness

Happiness is a how; not a what. A talent, not an object.