Good that you ask. You should always ask, always have doubts.

The truth is lived, not taught.

The reason why I do not know anything about myself, the reason why Siddhartha has remained alien and unknown to myself is due to one thing, to one single thing--I was afraid of myself, I was fleeing from myself. I was seeking Atman, I was seeking Brahman, I was determined to dismember myself and tear away its layers of husk in order to find in its unknown innermost recess the kernel at the heart of those layers, the Atman, life, the divine principle, the ultimate. But in so doing, I was losing myself.

...Haller's sickness of the 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, precisely those who are strongest in spirit and richest in gifts.

The day had gone by just as days go by. I had killed it in accordance with my primitive and retiring way of life.

I have no desire to walk on water," said Siddhartha. "Let the old shamans satisfy themselves with such skills".

All men of goodwill have this in common - that our works put us to shame.