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Writing is good, thinking is better. Cleverness is good, patience is better.

Writing is good, thinking is better. Cleverness is good, patience is better.

Hermann Hesse
Inspirational, Children, Writing
Hermann Hesse, Sherab Chödzin (2002). “Siddhartha: A New Translation”, p.59, Shambhala Publications

Without words, without writing and without books there would be no history, there could be no concept of humanity.

Hermann Hesse
Book, Writing, Humanity

Words do not express thoughts very well. They always become a little different immediately after they are expressed, a little distorted, a little foolish.

Hermann Hesse
Inspirational, Stupid, Writing
Hermann Hesse (2015). “Siddhartha: An Indian Tale”, p.109, Om Books International

Painting is marvelous; it makes you happier and more patient. Afterwards you do not have black fingers as with writing, but blue and red ones.

Hermann Hesse
Writing, Blue, Black

"For even the most childish intoxication with progress will soon be forced to recognize that writing and books have a function that is eternal. It will become evident that formulations in words and the handling on of these formulations through writing are not only important aids but actually the only means by which humanity can have a history and continuing consciousness of itself."

Hermann Hesse
Book, Mean, Writing

If my life were not a dangerous, painful experiment, if I did not constantly skirt the abyss and feel the void under my feet, my life would have no meaning and I would not have been able to write anything.

Hermann Hesse
Writing, Feet, Skirts

Once it happened, as I lay awake at night, that I suddenly spoke in verses, in verses so beautiful and strange that I did not venture to think of writing them down, and then in the morning they vanished; and yet they lay hidden within me like the hard kernel within an old brittle husk.

Hermann Hesse
Beautiful, Morning, Writing
Hermann Hesse (2013). “Steppenwolf: A Novel”, p.30, Macmillan

Among the letters my readers write me, there is a certain category which is continuously growing, and which I see as a symptom of the increasing intellectualization of the relationship between readers and literature.

Hermann Hesse
Writing, Literature, Growing

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