this second, violent world gushed out fragrantly everywhere, except in our rooms, where Mother and Father were. And that was very good. It was wonderful that here among us there was peace, order, and repose, duty and a clear conscience, forgiveness and love—and wonderful that all the rest existed, all those noisy, glaring, somber, and violent things, which nevertheless could be escaped with a single bound toward one’s mother. Demian

“…and I am here just like I was in Vienna and your hand is in my own as long as you leave it there.” (29th July 1920) Letters To Milena

If the immortal is also imperishable, the soul when attacked by death cannot perish; for the preceding argument shows that the soul will not admit of death, or even be dead, any more than three or the odd number will admit of the even... The Trials Of Socrates

I think the devil doesn't exist, but man has created him, he has created him in his own image and likeness. The Karamazov Brothers