If I were poet now, I would not resist the temptation to trace my life back through the delicate shadows of my childhood to the precious and sheltered sources of my earliest memories. But these possessions are far too dear… — Hermann Hesse Copy Share Image
I was given the freedom to discover my own inclination and talents, to fashion my inmost pleasures and sorrows myself and to regard the future not as an alien higher power but as the hope and product of my own… — Hermann Hesse Copy Share Image
Only within yourself exists the other reality for which you long. I can give you nothing that has not already its being within yourself.… — Hermann Hesse Copy Share
Therefore, I see whatever exists as good, death is to me like life, sin like holiness, wisdom like foolishness, everything has to be as… — Hermann Hesse Copy Share
A home isn't just a roof over our heads. A home is a place where we feel loved and where we love others. It's… — Hermann Hesse Copy Share
Fortunately, like most children, I had learned what is most valuable, most indispensable for life before school years began, taught by apple trees, by… — Hermann Hesse Copy Share
“The mistaken and unhappy notion that a man is an enduring unity is known to you. It is also known to you that a… — Hermann Hesse Copy Share
“... it would be better for our country and the world in general, if at least the few people who were capable of thought… — Hermann Hesse Copy Share
The bird fights its way out of the egg. The egg is the world. Who would be born must first destroy a world. The… — Hermann Hesse Copy Share
It may be important to great thinkers to examine the world, to explain and despise it. But I think it is only important to… — Hermann Hesse Copy Share
“..it is useless for you to build walls and dormitories and chapels and churches. Death looks through the window and laughs..” — Hermann Hesse Copy Share
“When the world is at peace, when all things are tranquil and all men obey their superiors in all their courses, then music can… — Hermann Hesse Copy Share
“And if time is not real, then the dividing line that seems to lie between this world and eternity, between suffering and bliss, between… — Hermann Hesse Copy Share
Beautiful was this world, looking at it thus, without searching, thus simply, thus childlike. — Hermann Hesse Copy Share
