I will learn from myself, be my own pupil; I will learn from myself the secret of Siddhartha.
I suspected that the man was ailing, ailing in the spirit in some way, or in his temperament or character, and I shrank from him with the instinct of the healthy.
I see that you think more than you can express. But, if that’s the case, you must also know that you have never fully lived out your thoughts, and that isn’t good. Only the thoughts that we live out h...
I saw that he was a genius of suffering and that in the meaning of many sayings of Nietzsche he had created within himself with positive genius a boundless and frightful capacity for pain.I saw at the...
I needed lust, the desire for possessions, vanity, and needed the most shameful despair, in order to learn how to give up all resistance, in order to learn how to love the world, in order to stop comp...
I like listening to music, but only the kind you play, completely unreserved music, the kind that makes you feel that a man is shaking heaven and hell. I believe I love that kind of music because it i...
I have seen many innocent people suffer anddie, and many a wicked man swim in prosperity. Have youcompletely forgotten and abandoned us, are you completelydisgusted with your creation, do you want us...
I have experienced on my body andon my soul that I needed sin very much, I needed lust, the desire for possessions,vanity, and needed the most shameful despair, in order to learnhow to give up all res...
I have already given some account of the Steppenwolf’s outward appearance. He gave at the very first glance the impression of a significant, an uncommon, and unusually gifted man. His
I had walked but a short time when I met a man with a tin number on his hat, and he asked me what I was doing. I told him I was taking a walk.His response: 'Do you have permission?’I did not understan...
I felt and saw the night outside deep within me. Wind and wetness, autumn, bitter smell of foliage, scattered leaves of the elm tree.
I feel so bad in my childish soul that I smash my moldering lyre of thanksgiving in the face of the slumbering god of contentment and would rather feel the very devil burn in me than this warmth of a...
I don't know. I really don't know. Perhaps that would be best, I thought I wanted it myself. But today I'm no longer sure what I really want and desire. Before, everything was simple, as simple as let...
I don't know whether my life has been useless and merely a misunderstanding, or whether it has a meaning.
I don't know whether I love Gina. I doubt it very much. I would not make any sacrifices for her. I do not know whether I can love at all. I can desire and can seek myself in others; I can listen for a...
I am curious to see all the same just how much a man can endure. If the limit of what is bearable is reached, I have only to open the door to escape.
How could I fail to be a lone wolf, and an uncouth hermit, as I did not share one of its aims nor understand one of its pleasures?
He wanted to strive for nothing, except for what the voice commanded him to strive for, dwell on nothing, except where the voice would advise him to do so.
He waited, listening with deep enjoyment, for the end of the sonata. In the still, twilit corridor it sounded so lonely and unworldly, and so brave and innocent also, both childlike and superior, as a...
He saw people living for their sake, saw them achieving endless things for their sake, traveling, waging wars, suffering endlessly, enduring endlessly, and he could love them for that;