In the art of love," she said thoughtfully, "you are the best I've ever seen. You are stronger than others, more agile, more willing. Well have you learned my art, Siddhartha. Some day, when I am older, I wish to bear your child. And yet all this time, beloved, you have remained a Samana. Even now you do not love me; you love no one. Is it not so?" "It may be so," Siddhartha said wearily. "I am like you. You, too, do not love-how else could you practice love as an art? Perhaps people of our sort are incapable of love. The child people can love; that is their secret."
( Hermann Hesse )
[ Siddhartha ]
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