Everything becomes a little different as soon as it is spoken out loud. – Hermann Hesse
One never reaches home, but wherever friendly paths intersect the whole world looks like home for a time. – Hermann Hesse
Everything becomes a little different as soon as it is spoken out loud. – Hermann Hesse
One never reaches home, but wherever friendly paths intersect the whole world looks like home for a time. – Hermann Hesse
The call of death is a call of love. Death can be sweet if we answer it in the affirmative, if we accept it as one of the great eternal forms of life and transformation. – Hermann Hesse
Without words, without writing and without books there would be no history, there could be no concept of humanity. – Hermann Hesse