The truth is lived, not taught.

But peace, too, is a living thing and like all life it must wax and wane, accommodate, withstand trials, and undergo changes.

What you call passion is not spiritual force, but friction between the soul and the outside world.

Once it happened, as I lay awake at night, that I suddenly spoke in verses, in verses so beautiful and strange that I did not venture to think of writing them down, and then in the morning they vanished; and yet they lay hidden within me like the hard kernel within an old brittle husk.

To achieve the possible, we must attempt the impossible again and again.

I am in truth the Steppenwolf that I often call myself; that beast astray that finds neither home nor joy nor nourishment in a world that is strange and incomprehensible to him.

Loneliness is the way by which destiny endeavors to lead man to himself.