You've never lived what you are thinking, and that isn't good. Only the ideas we actually live are of any value.
Hermann HesseAnd here is a doctrine at which you will laugh. It seems to me, Govinda, that love is the most important thing in the world.
Hermann HesseRain Soft rain, summer rain Whispers from bushes, whispers from trees. Oh, how lovely and full of blessing To dream and be satisfied. I was so long in the outer brightness, I am not used to this upheaval: Being at home in my own soul, Never to be led elsewhere. I want nothing, I long for nothing, I hum gently the sounds of childhood, And I reach home astounded In the warm beauty of dreams. Heart, how torn you are, How blessed to plow down blindly, To think nothing, to know nothing, Only to breathe, only to feel.
Hermann Hesse