to listen with a still heart, with a waiting, open soul, without passion, without desire, without judgement, without opinions. - Hermann Hesse

At one time I had given much thought to why men were so very rarely capable of living for an ideal. Now I saw that many, no, all men were capable of dying for one.

Once it happened, as I lay awake at night, that I suddenly spoke in verses, in verses so beautiful and strange that I did not venture to think of writing them down, and then in the morning they vanished; and yet they lay hidden within me like the hard kernel within an old brittle husk.

You must find your dream...but no dream lasts forever, each dream is followed by another, and one should not cling to any particular dream.