Like one who has eaten and drunk too much and vomits painfully, and then feels better, so did the restless man wish he could rid himself with one ter… - Hermann Hesse

Between the dark, heavily laden treetops of the spreading chestnut trees could be seen the dark blue of the sky, full of stars, all solemn and golden, which extended their radiance unconcernedly into the distance. That was the nature of the stars. and the trees bore their buds and blossoms and scars for everyone to see, and whether it signified pleasure or pain, they accepted the strong will to live. flies that lived only for a day swarmed toward their death. every life had its radiance and beauty. i had insight into it all for a moment, understood it and found it good, and also found my life and sorrows good.

الولادة صعبة دائمًا. أنت تعرف أن الفرخ لا يخرج من البيضة بسهولة؟ تذكر واسأل نفسك: أكان الطريق صعبًا؟ ألم يكن جميلًا أيضًا؟ وهل تستطيع أن تفكر في طريق أجمل وأسهل؟

A man cannot live intensely except at the cost of the self. Now the bourgeois treasures nothing more highly than the self (rudimentary as his may be). And so at the cost of intensity he achieves his own preservation and security. His harvest is a quiet mind which he prefers to being possessed by God, as he does comfort to pleasure, convenience to liberty, and a pleasant temperature to that deathly inner consuming fire. The bourgeois is consequently by nature a creature of weak impulses, anxious, fearful of giving himself away and easy to rule.