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Whose Choices Are These, In This Brief Moment?
How will I not be a Steppen Wolf, a disgraced hermit, if I am sunk in this world whose goals I do not share, whose joys do not attract me. I can’t stand much time in a theater or cinema, I can barely read a newspaper, rarely look at a modern book: I can not understand what is the fun and happiness that men seek in trains and hotels, packed, in cafes full of people with loud music and suffocating, in the bars and varieties of elegant luxury cities, in world exhibitions, in the corsages, in conferences for the thirsty of culture, in the great sports fields. I can’t understand or share those joys that would be within my reach and for which there are thousands who strive and gather. And what, on the contrary, happens during my few hours of happiness, what for me represents pleasure, adventure, ecstasy and exaltation, is something that the world mostly knows, seeks and loves in poetry, but in life it seems crazy…
— Hermann Hesse, The Steppen Wolf
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Some people are mean and bitter because they had a rough childhood. Some people are kind and caring for the same reason.
— Unknown
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… The one thing that has always bothered me about revolution is that every time I have met the revolutionaries they have acted simply out of hatred for the oppressor…
