Hermann Hesse

the art of re­flec­tion, the ser­vice of med­it­a­tion.

Siddhartha was thus loved by every­one. He was a source of joy for every­body, he was a de­light for them all.
But he, Siddhartha, was not a source of joy for him­self, he found no de­light in him­self.

the soul was not calm, the heart was not sat­is­fied.

“Your soul is the whole world”

had over­come the devil, had spoken to the gods.

the world as a per­fect chain, a chain which is never and nowhere broken, an eternal chain the links of which are causes and ef­fects.

It is not my place to judge an­other per­son’s life. Only for my­self, for my­self alone, I must de­cide, I must chose, I must re­fuse.

I have learned from the river: everything is com­ing back!

love can be ob­tained by beg­ging, buy­ing, re­ceiv­ing it as a gift, find­ing it in the street, but it can­not be stolen.

Every­one takes, every­one gives, such is life