After so many years of foolishness, you have once again had an idea, have done something, have heard the bird in your chest singing and have followed… - 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.

I have had to experience so much stupidity, so many vices, so much error, so much nausea, disillusionment and sorrow, just in order to become a child again and begin anew.

As every flower fades and as all youth departs, so life at every stage, So every virtue, so our grasp of truth,
Blooms in its day and may not last forever.