To shrug it all off and wipe it clean--every annoyance and distraction--and reach utter stillness. Child's play. Book V

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

Without injustices, the name of justice would mean what? Fragments

No guilt is forgotten so long as the conscience still knows of it. Beware of Pity