I often ardently perceived a longing for relief, the desire for a proper confession, but I also felt in advance that I would be unable to tell and explain things correctly to either my father or mother. I knew that they would receive my words amicably, they would carefully spare my feelings, in fact, pity me, but they wouldn’t fully understand me, and the whole thing would be looked on as a sort of minor infraction, whereas it was actually my fate. Demian

Frequent and violent temptations were a proof that the citadel of the soul had not fallen and that the devil raged to make it fall. A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

Let no act be done at haphazard, nor otherwise than according to the finished rules that govern its kind. Book IV

Youth is the time when hearts are large. On The Slain Collegians