[on the secret to a happy, content life] Do you want to know what my secret is? I don’t mind what happens.

Its beautiful to be alone. To be alone does not mean to be lonely. it means the mind is not influenced and contaminated by society.

It's no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society.

In oneself lies the whole world and if you know how to look and learn, the door is there and the key is in your hand. Nobody on earth can give you either the key or the door to open, except yourself.

I don't mind what happens. That is the essence of inner freedom. It is a timeless spiritual truth: release attachment to outcomes, deep inside yourself, you'll feel good no matter what.

The ability to observe without evaluating is the highest form of intelligence.

Throughout life, from childhood, from school until we die, we are taught to compare ourselves with another; yet when I compare myself with another I am destroying myself.

A lily or a rose never pretends, and its beauty is that it is what it is.

The more you know yourself, the more clarity there is. Self-knowledge has no end - you don't come to an achievement, you don't come to a conclusion. It is an endless river.

Here is my secret: I don't mind what happens.

We all want to be famous people, and the moment we want to be something we are no longer free.

Light on its worst day will conquer darkness on its best day.

All that was required to measure the planet was a man with a stick and a brain. In other words, couple an intellect with some experimental apparatus and almost anything seems achievable.

He that jokes confesses.

When it comes to educating all of us about the most basic things in life, it seems to me we need more kindergartens and fewer graduate schools.

I recognize no rights but human rights.

Men become superstitious, not because they have too much imagination, but because they are not aware that they have any.

I have to be careful to get out before I become the grotesque caricature of a hatchet-faced woman with big knockers.

Good sense is at the bottom of everything: virtue, genius, wit, talent and taste.

Boxing involves the possibility of defeat, I accepted that very early on. After all, there are only two men and one of them wins.

I am joined with no foot land-rakers, no long-staff, sixpenny strikers, none of these mad, mustachio purple-hued maltworms, but with nobility and tranquillity.