Knowledge can be communicated, but not wisdom.

Hermann Hesse

Hermann Hesse

Profession: Poet
Nationality: German

Knowledge can be communicated, but not wisdom. Hermann Hesse

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A man has absolutely no other duty than this: to seek himself, to grope his own way forward, no matter whither it leads.

But he has not killed himself, for a glimmer of belief still tells him that he is to drink this frightful suffering in his heart to the dregs, and that it is of this suffering he must die.

Not in his speech, not in his thoughts, I see his greatness, only in his actions, in his life.

It's always difficult to be born. As you know, the bird must make an effort to break out of the egg. Think back and ask: Was the path really that difficult? Merely difficult? Wasn't it also beautiful? Could you have thought of a more beautiful or easier one?

Nature could not care less what we think about it.

And who over the ruins of his life pursued its fleeting, fluttering significance, while he suffered its seeming meaninglessness and lived its seeming madness, and who hoped in secret at the last turn of the labyrinth of Chaos for revelation and God's presence...

It was very uncomfortable to have a race of fearless, weird people running around.

Sinclair, your love is attracted to me. Once it begins to attract me, i will come. I will not make a gift of myself, I must be won.

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.

Her chatter had set her free from a long week of loneliness, of doing what she was told and saying nothing. She was all cheered up.

This is why I am continuing my travels—not to seek other, better teachings, for I know there are none, but to depart from all teachings and all teachers and to reach my goal by myself or to die.

But your questions, which are unanswerable without exception, all spring from the same erroneous thinking.

But each one is a gamble of Nature, a hopeful attempt at forming a human being.

The golden trail was blazed and I was reminded of the eternal, of Mozart, of the stars. For an hour I could breathe again and live and face existence, without having to suffer torment, fear or shame.