The mind is not a hermit's cell, but a place of hospitality and intercourse.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
But I'll tell you what hermits realize. If you go off into a far, far forest and get very quiet, you'll come to understand that you're connected with everything.
A child's mind is its living room; it's is going to be residing there for the rest of its earthly existence.
If a hermit lives in a state of ecstasy, his lack of comfort becomes the height of comfort. He must relinquish it.
The mind can also be an erogenous zone.
People call me a hermit. But I'm happy.
The mind is the Buddha, and the Buddha is the mind.
Thinking: the talking of the soul with itself.
The mind can weave itself warmly in the cocoon of its own thoughts, and dwell a hermit anywhere.
We dwell in the house of the body, but its perfection and intricate life are the work of a wisdom which never relaxes dominion over a single cell.
I've always been kind of a hermit.