Siddhartha by Hermann Hesse. Quotes III

-That pride of standing alone,  that eager readiness to hear the divine voice within his own heart had gradually become a memory, had passed.
-Gradually, along with his growing riches, Siddhartha himself acquired some of the characteristics of the ordinary people.
-Gradually, his face assumed the expressions of discontent, of sickliness, of displeasure, of idleness, of lovelessness. Slowly the soul sickness of the rich crept over him.
-He only noticed that the bright and clear inward voice, that had once awakened in him and had always guided him in his finest hours, had become silent. The world had caught him.
-That vice that he had always despised and scorned as the most foolish, acquisitiveness: property, possessions and riches had also finally trapped him. They were no longer a game and a toy; they had become a chain and a burden.
-Whenever he awakened from this hateful spell, when he saw his face reflected in the mirror on the wall of his bedroom, grown older and uglier, whenever shame and nausea overtook him, he fled again, fled to a new game of chance, fled in confusion to passion, to wine, and from there back again to the urge for acquiring and hoarding wealth, He wore himself out in this senseless cycle, became old and sick.
-Never had it been so strangely clear to Siddhartha how closely related passion was to death.
-He had drunk much wine and late after midnight he went to bed, tired and yet agitated, nearly in tears and in despair. In vain did he tried to sleep. His heart was so full of misery, he felt he could no longer endure it.