More from Hermann Hesse
Oh, love isn’t there to make us happy. I believe it exists to show us how much we can endure.
Peter Camenzind (1904)- Demian (1919), p. 94
- Narcissus and Goldmund (1930)
They are made for life, not for thought. Yes, and he who thinks, what’s more, he who makes thought his business, he may go far in it, but he has bartered the solid earth for the water all the same, and one day he will drown.
