I read the preface to Hesse's Steppenwolf last night and came across this eloquent passage:
"Most men will not swim before they are able to.' Is that not witty? Naturally, they won't swim! They are born for the solid earth, not for the water. And naturally they won't think. They are made for life, not for thought. Yes, and he who thinks, what's more, he who makes thought his business, he may go far in it, but he has bartered the solid earth for the water all the same, and one day he will drown."
Perhaps what turns me on the most about Hesse's work, is the unity in which each piece encompasses. Each sentence, paragraph and chapter, an entity in itself, systematically working together to meet an objective of oneness. Sheer beauty!