“I use this place as a temple…and let the touching air it has…move me to the depths of my soul.” (p. 29)
“the thousand flowers of his soul.” (p. 65)
“…my dreams had been right a thousand times over, just as yours had been. It was life and reality that were wrong.” (p. 150)
Hermann Hesse. Steppenwolf. New York: Holt, Rinehart and Winston, Inc., 1957.