May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.
The meaning of life is that it ends
A non-writing writer is a monster courting insa
It is entirely conceivable that life's splendour forever lies in wait about each one of us in all its fullness, but veiled from our view, deep down, invisible, far off. It is there, though, not hostil...
Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.
German is my mother tongue and as such more natural to me, but I consider Czech much more affectionate, which is why your letter removes several uncertainties; I see you more clearly, the movements of...
A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity.", July 5, 1922]
Did he really want this warm room of his, so comfortably fitted with old family furniture, to be transformed into a cave, in which, no doubt, he would be free to crawl about unimpeded in all direction...
In our folk nobody has any experience of youth, there’s barely even any time for being a toddler. The children simply don’t have any time in which they might be children........Indeed... there’s simpl...
Youth is happy because it has the capacity to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.
It would have been so pointless to kill himself that, even if he had wanted to, the pointlessness would have made him unable.
I long for you; I who usually longs without longing, as though I am unconscious and absorbed in neutrality and apathy, really, utterly long for every bit of you.
The existence of the writer is an argument against the existence of the soul, for the soul has obviously taken flight from the real ego, but not improved itself, only become a writer.
Today one may pluck out one's very heart and not find it.
Am I to leave this world as a man who shies away from all conclusions?
But all remains unchanged.
My 'fear' is my substance, and probably the best part of me.
Human nature, essentially changeable, unstable as the dust, can endure no restraint; if it binds itself it soon begins to tear madly at its bonds, until it renders everything asunder, the wall, and th...
The history of mankind is the instant between two strides taken by a traveler.
The hardest bones, containing the richest marrow, can be conquered only by a united crushing of all the teeth of all dogs. That of course is only a figure of speech and exaggerated; if all teeth were...