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 أجم… - Hermann Hesse

Haller’s sickness of soul, as I now know, is not the eccentricity of a single individual, but the sickness of the times themselves, the neurosis of that generation to which Haller belongs, a sickness, it seems, that by no means attacks the weak and worthless only but rather those who are strongest in spirit and richest in gifts.

"You love nobody. Is that not true?"
"Maybe," said Siddhartha wearily. "I am like you. You cannot love either, otherwise how could you practice love as an art? Perhaps people like us cannot love. Ordinary people can - that is their secret."

They slept profoundly, desperately, greedily, as though for the last time, as though they had been condemned to stay awake forever and had to drink in all the sleep in the world during these last hours.