Was it not his Self, his small, fearful and proud Self, with which he had wrestled for so many years, but which had always conquered him again, which… - Hermann Hesse

One never reaches home,' she said. 'But where paths that have an affinity for each other intersect, the whole world looks like home, for a time.

"The old man slowly raised himself from the piano stool, fixed those cheerful blue eyes piercingly and at the same time with unimaginable friendliness upon him, and said: "Making music together is the best way for two people to become friends. There is none easier. That is a fine thing. I hope you and I shall remain friends. Perhaps you too will learn how to make fugues, Joseph.

Obeying is like eating and drinking. There's nothing like it if you've been without it too long