I believe that the petal of a flower or a tiny worm on the path says far more, contains far more than all the books in the library.
(Hesse – Narcissus and Goldmund)

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

I breathe.

I sense.

I think – sometimes still too much.

I learn.

I live.