Occupation: Poet Birth: July 2, 1877 Death: August 9, 1962
You're quite right there," he said. "I have practiced abstinence myself for years, and had my time of fasting, too, but now I find myself once more b….
Everyone can reach his goal, if he can think, wait and fast..
I have always believed, and I still believe, that whatever good or bad fortune may come our way we can always give it meaning and transform it into s….
Every experience has its element of magic..
The true profession of a man is to find his way to himself..
It was the first rent in the holy image of my father, it was the first fissure in the columns that had upheld my childhood, which every individual mu….
To achieve the possible, we must attempt the impossible again and again..
There is no reality except the one contained within us..
Within you there is a stillness and sanctuary to which you can retreat at any time and be yourself.
I have no right to call myself one who knows. I was one who seeks, and I still am, but I no longer seek in the stars or in books; I'm beginning to he….
Everything becomes a little different as soon as it is spoken out loud..
In any case, the most lively young people become the best old people, not those who pretend to be as wise as grandfathers while they are still at sch….
When I have neither pleasure nor pain and have been breathing for a while the lukewarm insipid air of these so-called good and tolerable days, I feel….
He was taught by the river. Incessantly, he learned from it. Most of all, he learned from it to listen, to pay close attention with a quiet heart, wi….
But of all the water's secrets, he saw today only a single one-one that struck his soul. He saw that this water flowed and flowed, it was constantly ….
To nobody can you communicate in words and teachings, what happened to you in your hour of enlightenment..
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 wo….
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 ….
I am a star in the firmament that observe the world, despises the world and consumed in its heat. I am the sea by night in a storm the sea shouting t….
Perhaps people like us cannot love. Ordinary people can - that is their secret..
Gaze into the fire, into the clouds, and as soon as the inner voices begin to speak... surrender to them. Don't ask first whether it's permitted, or ….