One must find the source within one's own Self, one must possess it. Everything else was seeking -- a detour, an error.

I will no longer mutilate and destroy myself in order to find a secret behind the ruins.

Wisdom is not communicable.

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

Gaze into the fire, into the clouds, and as soon as the inner voices begin to speak... surrender to them. Don't ask first whether it's permitted, or would please your teachers or father or some god. You will ruin yourself if you do that.

Within Siddhartha there slowly grew and ripened the knowledge of what wisdom really was and the goal of his long seeking. It was 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.

This thought matured in him slowly, and it was reflected in Vasudeva's old childlike face: harmony, knowledge of the eternal perfection of the world, and unity.