“Perhaps people like us cannot love. Ordinary people can - that is their secret. ”

“You love nobody. Is that not true?""Maybe," said Siddhartha wearily. "I am like you. You cannot love either, otherwise how could you practice love as an art? Perhaps people like us cannot love. Ordinary people can - that is their secret.”

“...and as far as talent is concerned, there will be such an excess that our artists will become their own audiences, and audiences made up of ordinary people will no longer exist.”

“Love can be begged, bought, or received as a gift, one can find it in the street, but one cannot steal it.”

“There are always a few such people who demand the utmost of life and yet cannot come to terms with its stupidity and crudeness.”

“You should never be afraid of people... such fear can destroy us completely. You've simply got to get rid of it, if you want to turn into someone decent. You understand that, don't you?”

“You learned people and artists have, no doubt, all sorts of superior things in your heads; but you're human beings like the rest of us, and we, too, have our dreams and fancies.”