Any attempt to replace a personal conscience by a collective conscience does violence to the individual and is the first step toward totalitarianism.
HERMANN HESSEOpinions mean nothing; they may be beautiful or ugly, clever or foolish, anyone can embrace or reject them.
More Hermann Hesse Quotes
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To achieve the possible, we must attempt the impossible again and again.
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Everything becomes a little different as soon as it is spoken out loud.
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The man of power is ruined by power, the man of money by money, the submissive man by subservience, the pleasure seeker by pleasure.
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To die is to go into the Collective Unconscious, to lose oneself in order to be transformed into form, pure form.
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You must find your dream, then the way becomes easy.
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The bourgeois prefers comfort to pleasure, convenience to liberty, and a pleasant temperature to the deathly inner consuming fire.
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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.
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You can ride, you can travel with a friend of your own; The final step you must take alone. No wisdom is better than this when known: That every hard thing is done alone.
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Chaos demands to be recognized and experienced before letting itself be converted into a new order.
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Love your suffering. Do not resist it, do not flee from it. It is only your aversion to it that hurts, nothing else.
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I realize today that nothing in the world is more distasteful to a man than to take the path that leads to himself.
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If I know what love is, it is because of you.
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Within you there is a stillness and sanctuary to which you can retreat at any time and be yourself.
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I live in my dreams — that’s what you sense. Other people live in dreams, but not in their own. That’s the difference.
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A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening.
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