Siddhartha

by Hermann Hesse

"I haven't thought of this yet, sir. For more than three years, I have been without possessions, and have never thought about of what I should live." "So you've lived of the possessions of others." "Presumable this is how it is. After all, a merchant also lives of what other people own." "Well said. But he wouldn't take anything from another person for nothing; he would give his merchandise in return." "So it seems to be indeed. Everyone takes, everyone gives, such is life." "But if you don't mind me asking: being without possessions, what would you like to give?" "Everyone gives what he has. The warrior gives strength, the merchant gives merchandise, the teacher teachings, the farmer rice, the fisher fish."

"Writing is good, thinking is better. Being smart is good, being patient is better."

He saw them toiling, saw them suffering, and becoming gray for the sake of things which seemed to him to entirely unworthy of this price, for money, for little pleasures, for being slightly honoured, he saw them scolding and insulting each other, he saw them complaining about pain at which a Samana would only smile, and suffering because of deprivations which a Samana would not feel.

He envied them for the one thing that was missing from him and that they had, the importance they were able to attach to their lives, the amount of passion in their joys and fears, the fearful but sweet happiness of being constantly in love. These people were all of the time in love with themselves, with women, with their children, with honours or money, with plans or hopes.

one after another, those features which are so often found in the faces of rich people, those features of discontent, of sickliness, of ill-humour, of sloth, of a lack of love. Slowly the disease of the soul, which rich people have, grabbed hold of him.

Nothing was, nothing will be; everything is, everything has existence and is present."

"When someone is searching," said Siddhartha, "then it might easily happen that the only thing his eyes still see is that what he searches for, that he is unable to find anything, to let anything enter his mind, because he always thinks of nothing but the object of his search, because he has a goal, because he is obsessed by the goal. Searching means: having a goal. But finding means: being free, being open, having no goal. You, oh venerable one, are perhaps indeed a searcher, because, striving for your goal, there are many things you don't see, which are directly in front of your eyes."

wisdom cannot be passed on. Wisdom which a wise man tries to pass on to someone always sounds like foolishness."

Time is not real, Govinda, I have experienced this often and often again. And if time is not real, then the gap which seems to be between the world and the eternity, between suffering and blissfulness, between evil and good, is also a deception."