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Bid me to live, and I will live Thy Protestant to be: Or bid me love, and I will give A loving heart to thee. A heart as soft, a heart as kind, A heart as sound and free, As in the whole world thou canst find, That heart Ill give to thee. Robert Herrick		Monday Oct 12, 2026
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There is no reality except the one contained within us. That is why so many people live such an unreal life. They take the images outside them for reality and never allow the world within to assert itself. Hermann Hesse

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	Hermann Hesse
	Hermann Hesse (pronounced [ˈhɛʀman ˈhɛsə]) (2 July 1877 - 9 August 1962) was a German-Swiss poet, novelist, and painter. In 1946, he received the Nobel Prize in Literature. His best known works include Steppenwolf , Siddhartha , and The Glass Bead Game (also known as Magister Ludi) which explore an individual's search for spirituality outside society. Read More

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Those who are too lazy and comfortable to think for themselves and be their own judges obey the laws. Others sense their own laws within them.

If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is part of yourself. What isn't part of ourselves doesn't disturb us.

There was once a man, Harry, called the Steppenwolf. He went on two legs, wore clothes and was a human being, but nevertheless he was in reality a wolf of the Steppes. He had learned a good deal of all that people of a good intelligence can, and was a fairly clever fellow. What he had not learned, however, was this: to find contentment in himself and his own life.

There is no reality except the one contained within us. That is why so many people live such an unreal life. They take the images outside them for reality and never allow the world within to assert itself.

You treat world history as a mathematician does mathematics, in which nothing but laws and formulae exist, no reality, no good and evil, no time, no yesterday, no tomorrow, nothing but an eternal, shallow, mathematical present.

Within you there is a stillness and a sanctuary to which you can retreat at any time and be yourself.

The river is everywhere at the same time ... everywhere and the present only exists for it, not the shadow of the past, nor the shadow of the future.

Everything becomes a little bit different as soon as it is spoken out loud.

Every phenomenon on earth is symbolic, and each symbol is an open gate through which the soul, if it is ready, can enter into the inner part of the world, where you and I and day and night are all one.

Everything becomes a little different as soon as it is spoken out loud.

Everything that was not suffered to the end and finally concluded, recurred, and the same sorrows were undergone.

If time is not real, then the dividing line between this world and eternity, between suffering and bliss, between good and evil, is also an illusion.

In every truth, the opposite is equally true. A truth can only be expressed and enveloped in words if it is one-sided.

Knowledge can be communicated, but not wisdom. One can find it, live it, be fortified by it, do wonders through it, but one cannot communicate and teach it.

Lovers should not separate from each other after making love without admiring each other, without being conquered as well as conquering, so that no feeling of satiation or desolation arises nor the horrid feeling of misusing or having been misused.

Most people are like a falling leaf that drifts and turns in the air, flutters, and falls to the ground. But a few others are like stars which travel one defined path: no wind reaches them, they have within themselves their guide and path.

Perhaps you seek too much...as a result of your seeking you cannot find.

Seeking means: to have a goal; but finding mean: to be free, to be receptive, to have no goal.

That seems to be the way of things. Everyone takes, everyone gives. Life is like that.

The true vocation of man is to find his way to himself.

The world is not imperfect or slowly evolving along a path to perfection. No, it is perfect at every moment, every sin already carries grace in it.

To recognize causes is to think, and through thought alone feelings become knowledge and are not lost, but become real and begin to mature.

To study history means submitting to chaos and nevertheless retaining faith in order and meaning. It is a very serious task, young man, and possibly a tragic one.

Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.

Wisdom is nothing but a preparation of the soul, a capacity, a secret art of thinking, feeling and breathing thoughts of unity at every moment of life.

Writing is good, thinking is better. Cleverness is good, patience is better.

If you hate someone, you hate something in him that is part of yourself. What isn't part of ourselves doesn't disturb us.

Our mind is capable of passing beyond the dividing line we have drawn for it. Beyond the pairs of opposites of which the world consists, other, new insights begin.