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The best quotes from the man without qualities (warning: there are many)

I picked out the man without qualities. So that I can say that I picked out the man without qualities. Well, not quite, that would be an inglorious motive. But reading a book that everyone knows and hardly anyone who has read it in full has a certain appeal. James Joyce and his Ulysses then follow in the pension (if there is one).

in any case, I marked a lot on my Kindle. The book drags on like that, the general story probably only exists because Musil didn't just want to publish a book with his thoughts after all. In any case, the quotations are correspondingly disordered. But maybe someone else could use it.

Moosbrugger was one of those borderline cases that are known to laypeople from jurisprudence and forensic medicine as the cases of reduced sanity. It is characteristic of these unfortunate people that they have not only inferior health, but also an inferior disease. Nature has a curious predilection for producing such persons in abundance; natura non fecit saltus, she doesn't jump, she loves transitions and keeps the world in a state of transition between nonsense and health, even on a large scale. But jurisprudence takes no notice. It says: non datur tertium sive medium inter duo contradictoria, in German: man is either able to act illegally or he is not, because there is nothing third and middle between two opposites. Through this capacity he becomes punishable, through this property of his criminal liability he becomes a legal person, and as a legal person he participates in the supra-personal benefit of law.

On the other hand, the precision that the psychiatrists showed in their behavior on the great question of whether Moosbrugger should be sentenced to death or not was absolutely exact, for they did not dare to say anything more than that none of his clinical symptoms the clinical picture observed so far corresponds exactly, and left the further decision to the lawyers.

From the earliest time of the first self-confidence of youth, which is often so touching and shocking to look at again later, all sorts of once-loved ideas were still present in his memory today, including the word "live hypothetically". It still expressed the courage and the involuntary ignorance of life, where every step is a risk without experience, and the desire for larger contexts and the touch of revocability that a young person feels when he hesitantly steps into life.

The state gives money for every stupid thing, but it doesn't have a cruiser left to solve the most important moral questions. That is in his nature, because the state is the stupidest and most malicious human being there is. "

A man who wants the truth becomes a scholar; a man who wants to let his subjectivity play out may become a writer; but what should a man do who wants something in between?

He suspects: this order is not as firm as it is; No thing, no I, no form, no principle are certain, everything is in the process of an invisible, but never dormant change, there is more of the future in the unsteady than in the fixed, and the present is nothing but a hypothesis about which one can still did not get out. What better thing could he do than to keep himself free from the world, in that good sense that a researcher preserves against facts that want to seduce him into prematurely believing in them! That is why he hesitates to make something of himself; a character, a profession, a fixed nature, for him these are ideas in which the skeleton that is ultimately to remain of him is already defined. He tries to understand himself differently; with an inclination towards everything that increases him internally, even if it is morally or intellectually forbidden, he feels like a step that is free in all directions, but leads from one equilibrium to the next and always forward. And if he thinks he has the real idea, he perceives that a drop of unspeakable glow has fallen into the world, the glow of which makes the earth look different.

He told Diotima that the soldier was appropriate to play a modest role in the consultation room. Moreover, for political reasons it goes without saying that the War Ministry could not be taken into account in the formation of the committees. Nevertheless, he dares to claim that the planned action should have an external effect, but that what has an external effect is the power of a people. He repeated that the famous philosopher Treitschke had said that the state was the power to maintain itself in the struggle between nations. The strength that one unfolds in peacetime keeps war at bay or at least curtails its cruelty.

"Do you believe, madam, that any person who fights for or against a cause today," asked Ulrich, "if he were miraculously made the absolute ruler of the world tomorrow, would do on the same day what he will do all his life has requested? I am convinced he would give himself a few days' respite. "

At times Ulrich felt emphatically that Diotima was very beautiful. She then appeared to him like a young, tall, full cattle of good breed, walking confidently and gazing deeply at the dry grass that it plucked.

So the Supreme German Army Command is placing its last hope of eliminating England and still ending the war victoriously, on an unrestricted submarine war against all supplies to England by sea. This submarine war brings England into crisis, but at the same time leads to a collision with the USA. The United States of America, although officially neutral, provides a large part of the transport fleet and import goods for British supplies. The “neutral” USA and their ships also become victims of the German naval warfare against England. The relationship between the USA and Germany was further dampened at the time. When Russia left the war as a defeated country in 1917, the possibility of a victory for the Central Powers Germany, Austria-Hungary and Turkey is no longer entirely excluded. This would have had consequences for the USA. England and France had their war costs financed entirely by American banks after they had used up their own state finances.

Incidentally, physical kinship when there is a strong conflict of nature is unsettling, and the idea of ​​kinship, self-consciousness, is sufficient for this; Siblings sometimes hate each other in a way that goes far beyond anything that could be justified in them, and the only result is that they already cast doubts on each other through their very existence and have a slightly distorting mirror effect on each other.

Strangely enough, the majority of people either have a neglected, accidentally shaped and distorted body, which seems to have almost no relation to their spirit and being, or one covered by the mask of sport which gives it the appearance of the hours when it is is on vacation of himself. Because these are the hours when man spins on a waking dream of wanting to look carelessly taken from the journals of the great and beautiful world. All these tanned and muscular tennis players, riders and charioteers, who look to the highest records, although they usually only do their thing well, these ladies in big clothes or undressed are day dreamers and differ from the ordinary waking dreamers only in that their dream is not in the The brain remains, but together in the open air, as a structure of the mass soul is physically, dramatically, one might say in memory of more than dubious occult phenomena, ideoplastically designed.

Wouldn't anyone get embarrassed if something suddenly happened that he has passionately demanded all his life? If, for example, the kingdom of God suddenly fell over the Catholics or the future state over the socialists? But maybe that doesn't prove anything; one gets used to the demands and is not immediately prepared to come to fruition; perhaps many will only find this natural. So I ask further: no doubt a musician thinks music is the most important thing, and a painter thinks painting; probably even a concrete expert building concrete houses. Do you think that for this reason some people will imagine God to be a specialist in reinforced concrete and others prefer a world that is painted or blown on a flugelhorn to the real world? You will think this question is nonsensical, but the real seriousness lies in the fact that one ought to ask for this nonsense! And now, please, don't believe, "he turned to her with complete seriousness," that I mean nothing more than that everyone is tempted by what is difficult to achieve and that he disdains what he can really have. I want to say: that in reality there is a nonsensical desire for unreality! "

Incidentally, there are many things in the world which individually mean something completely different to humans than together; For example, water in too large quantities is a pleasure that is exactly the difference between drinking and drowning less than in small quantities, and poisons, amusements, leisure, piano playing, ideals are similar, yes probably everything, so that it is completely and utterly depends on the degree of its tightness and other circumstances what something is. All that has to be added is that genius is no exception to this,

While the beautiful spirit wants to be admired in the same way as Goethe and Michelangelo, Napoleon and Luther, hardly anyone today knows the name of the man who gave people the unspeakable blessing of anesthesia; nobody researches the life of Gauss, Euler or Maxwell after a Frau von Stein, and few care where Lavoisier and Cardanus were born and died. Instead, one learns how their thoughts and inventions have been further developed by the thoughts and inventions of other, equally uninteresting persons, and one is constantly concerned with their performance, which lives on in others after the person's brief fire has long been burned down.

Strangely enough, where one looks less at the person than at the matter, there is always a fresh new person who leads the matter forward; whereas where one pays attention to the person, after reaching a certain height, the feeling arises that there is no longer a sufficient person and that the truly great things are a thing of the past !?

The world will be torn apart if everything is believed to be true and every will is allowed, which appears to be so. It is therefore the duty of all of us to establish the one truth and the right will and, as far as we have succeeded in this, to watch with an inexorable conscience of duty that it is also laid down in the clear form of scientific view.

But you will know this much that the most popular gateway to this falsely humanity of legal uncertainty is the endeavor to extend the punishment-excluding concept of insanity in the unclear form of a diminished sanity to those numerous individuals who are neither mentally ill nor morally normal and form the army of those inferior, morally feeble-minded, by whom our culture is unfortunately more and more contaminated. You will tell yourself that the concept of such a diminished sanity - if that can be called a concept at all, which I deny! - must be very closely related to the formulation that we give to the conception of full or incompetent sanity, and that brings me to the actual subject of my communication.

It is of course not easy to start becoming conservative when you have become too comfortable to be too debauched; but, even if we are all born revolutionaries, one day one notices that a simply good person, however his intelligence may be judged, a reliable, cheerful, brave, loyal person, not only gives unheard-of enjoyment, but the real earth is also in which life rests. This is an ancient wisdom, but it signifies the decisive change in taste, which is naturally directed towards the exotic in youth, to the taste of the man.

Apart from the unlucky birds and lucky mushrooms, all people live equally badly, but they live it on different floors. For people today, who generally have little outlook on the meaning of their life, this level of self-esteem on the floor is an extremely desirable substitute. In large cases it can escalate into a frenzy of heights and power, just like there are people who get dizzy on a high floor, even if they know they are in the middle of the room with the windows closed.

Nothing amazed him like the number of clubs that exist. Land and water, temperance and drinking clubs, in short clubs and opposing clubs, reported. These clubs challenged the aspirations of their members and disrupted those of others. It gave the impression that every person belonged to at least one club. "Sublime," said Ulrich in astonishment, "one can no longer call that club dairy, as one is accustomed to innocently; that is the monstrous state of affairs that in the kind of orderly state that we have invented, every person still belongs to a band of robbers ...! "

a thought that has no practical purpose is probably not a very decent secret occupation; but especially those thoughts that make tremendous stilts and touch the experience only with tiny soles are suspect of a disorderly origin. In the past people used to speak of a flight of thoughts, and in Schiller's time a man with such high-spirited questions would have been very respected; Today, on the other hand, one has the feeling that something is wrong with such a person, if it doesn't happen to be his job and his source of income. Apparently the matter was distributed differently. Certain questions have been taken from people's hearts. A kind of poultry farm has been created for lofty thoughts, which one calls philosophy, theology or literature, and there they multiply in their way more and more confusing, and that is quite right, because no one needs to reproach himself for being with this expansion cannot take care of them personally.

The glowing, rocking box in which he was driving seemed to him like a machine in which a few hundred kilograms of people were shaken back and forth in order to make a future out of them. A hundred years ago they sat in a stagecoach with similar faces, and in a hundred years God knows what will be the matter with them, but they will be sitting there as new people in new future machines,

For the most part, history is created without authors. It does not arise from a center, but from the periphery. For small reasons. It probably doesn't take as much as one thinks to turn the Gothic man or the ancient Greek into the modern man of civilization. For the human being is just as easily capable of man-eating as it is of the criticism of pure reason; it can do both with the same beliefs and qualities, if the circumstances are so, and very large external differences correspond to very small internal differences.

The system now in force is that of reality and resembles a bad play. One does not say world theater for nothing, because the same roles, entanglements and fables always arise in life. One loves because and how there is love; one is proud like the Indians, the Spaniards, the virgins or the lion; In fact, ninety out of a hundred cases are murdered simply because it is believed to be tragic and magnificent. Apart from the very large exceptions, the successful political shapers of reality have a lot in common with the writers of cash register items; the lively processes that they produce bore us because of their lack of spirit and novelty, but it is precisely because of this that they bring us into that unresisting, sleepy state in which we put up with every change. Seen in this way, history arises from the ideal routine and from the ideally indifferent, and reality arises primarily from the fact that nothing happens for the ideas.It could be summarized as follows, he asserted, that we care too little about what is happening and too much about whom, where and when it is happening, so that it is not the spirit of the events, but their fable, not the development that new to us Living wages, but rather the distribution of what is already there, is important, just as it really corresponds to the difference between good and merely successful pieces. From this it emerges as the true opposite, however, that one must first give up the attitude of personal greed towards the experiences. One would have to look at them less as if they were personal and real and more like general and thought or personally as freely as if they were painted or sung. One should not give them the turn, but should turn them upwards and outwards. And if that were personal, something would also have to happen collectively that Ulrich could not quite describe and called a kind of pressing and cellaring and thickening of the spiritual juice, without which the individual could naturally only feel powerless and left to his own discretion.

Love is not satisfied with the fact that the unity of nature rests on opposites, but rather, in its desire for a tender disposition, it wants a unity without contradictions,

How could one demand virtue from all people if a virtuous act was not one that could be repeated as often as desired ?!

Just imagine how it goes on today: when an important man brings an idea into the world, it is immediately seized by a process of distribution consisting of affection and dislike; First the admirers tear large pieces of it, just as they suit them, and distort their master like the foxes the carrion, then the opponents destroy the weak spots, and sooner or later there is nothing left of any achievement than a repository of aphorisms from which friends and Serve the enemy as they please. The consequence is a general ambiguity. There is no yes that is not linked to a no. You can do what you want, and you will find twenty of the most beautiful ideas that are for and, if you want, twenty that are against. One could almost believe that it is like love and hate and hunger, where the taste has to be different so that everyone comes to their own. "

God seems to usher in an age of physical culture for reasons still unknown to us; because the only thing that gives the ideas some stability is the body to which they belong, and as an officer you would also have one

we know that new and significant thoughts seldom have a single finder, and on the other hand the brain of a person who is used to thinking incessantly produces thoughts of various values: the conclusion, the effective, successful form must therefore always come from outside received, not just from thinking, but from the whole life of the person.

the daydream that all words, events and demands are one and the same in their depth turned away from the surface. At such moments even ambition was silent, the events of reality were as far away as the noise in front of a garden, it seemed to him that the soul had stepped out of its banks and was only now truly present. One cannot assure vividly enough that this was not a philosophy, but an experience as physical as when one sees the moon, outshone by the daytime sky, hanging silently in the morning light. In this state of affairs, the young Paul Arnheim dined in an elegant restaurant, carefully dressed, and went to every company and did what was to be done everywhere; but one could say that it was just as far from him to him as to the next person or thing, that the outside world did not stop at his skin and the inside world not only shone out through the window of reflection, but that they both merged into an undivided seclusion and presence that was as mild, calm and high as a dreamless sleep. In a moral relationship, a truly great indifference and equality appeared; Nothing was small and nothing big, a poem and a kiss on a woman's hand weighed as much as a multi-volume work or a major political feat, and all bad was as senseless, just as basically all good to this extent was superfluous because of the affectionate kinship of all beings has been.

As soon as he recognized the superiority of his male relationships over the dreamy youthful ones, he set about merging the two groups of experiences under the guidance of the new male knowledge. In fact, he was doing what all the many and the majority of the educated people do who do not want to completely deny their previous interests after entering working life; on the contrary, only now a calm, mature relationship to the enthusiastic drives of their youth Find. The discovery of the great poem of life, in which they know they are working, gives them back the courage of the dilettante which they had lost at the time when they were burning their own poems; They are allowed to see themselves as born experts, poising on life, and proceed to imbue their daily activities with spiritual responsibility, feel themselves faced with a thousand small decisions so that it is moral and beautiful, take a pattern from the idea that Goethe lived like that, and declare that without music, without nature, without contemplating the innocent play of children and animals and without a good book, life would not be happy. This soul-filled middle class is still the main consumer of the arts among Germans and of all literature that is not too difficult, but its members understandably look down on art and literature, which they once thought to be the completion of their desires, and at least with one eye as they look down on them Early stage - even if it is more perfect in its way than it was allowed to - or they think what a sheet iron manufacturer would have to think of a plaster sculptor if he had the weakness to find his products beautiful.

For him spiritual overthrow, fundamental innovation never came into question, but always only entanglement in the existing, taking possession, gentle correction, moral revitalization of the faded privilege of the powers in force. He was no snob, no worshiper of the superior segment of the gentry; Introduced to the court and in contact with the nobility and the top of the bureaucracy, he did not seek to adapt to this environment as an imitator, but only as a lover of conservative feudal habits, who neither forgets nor makes people forget his bourgeois, Frankfurter-Goethean origins want.

He was inwardly convinced that the creative people - and at their head, summarizing them in a new age, the life-directing merchants - were called to replace the old powers of being at some point in rulership, and that gave him a certain quiet Arrogance, to whom the development since then has issued a certificate of legitimacy; but if one also takes this claim to rule of money as a given, the question was still open of correctly applying the desired power. The predecessors of the bank directors and big industrialists had it easy, they were knights and made deer soup out of their opponents, for which they left the weapons of the spirit to the clergy; contemporary man, on the other hand, possesses in money, as Arnheim understood it, the safest method of dealing with all relationships today, but if it can be tough and precise as a guillotine, it can also be as sensitive as a rheumatoid patient - just think about it pulling and lame in the courses at the slightest cause! - and is most delicately connected with everything that is ruled by it. Through this delicate connection of all life structures, which only blind ideological arrogance can forget, Arnhem came to see in the royal merchant the synthesis of overthrow and persistence, power and bourgeois civilization, sensible risk and knowledge full of character, but inwardly a symbol of the democracy in preparation; Through restless and strict work on his own personality, intellectual organization of the economic and social contexts accessible to him, and through thoughts about the management and structure of the entire state, he wanted to work in the arms of a new time, where the social forces, unequal by skill and nature, were right and fruitful are ordered and the ideal does not break in the necessarily restrictive realities, but purifies and fixes itself.

In order to express this with a factual appeal, he had brought about the merger of interests between soul and business by training the umbrella concept of the king-businessman, and the feeling of love that he was told to feel that everything was basically just one now lay at the core his belief in the unity and harmony of culture and human interests.

Certainly, many women who had close relationships with him had already considered themselves lucky, but if they weren't parasitic natures, they were active, studied women and artists, because one could communicate with the enduring and the self-employed species of women on the basis of clear relationships; the moral needs of his nature had always led him into relationships where instinct and the inevitable arguments with women that accompanied him had a certain hold on reason.

A woman you don't have is like when the moon rises higher and higher at night and sucks and sucks your heart; but when one has had her, one would like to kick her face with one's boot.

One could therefore also call the danger of connection with great things a law of the conservation of spiritual matter, and it seems to be quite general. The speeches of high-ranking, larger-than-life people are usually more meaningless than our own. Thoughts that are particularly closely related to particularly worthy objects usually look such that without this favor they would be considered very retarded. The tasks most dear to us, those of the nation, of peace, of humanity, of virtue and the like, carry the cheapest intellectual flora on their backs. That would be a very perverse world; but if one assumes that the more important the subject itself is, the less significant the treatment of a subject may be, then it is a world of order. But this law, which can contribute so much to the understanding of European intellectual life, is not always immediately clear, and in times of transition from one group of great objects to a new one, the spirit seeking the service of great objects can even appear subversive. although he only changes his livery. Such a transition was already noticeable at the time when the people reported here had their worries and triumphs.

"One must give in to youth," he said to himself, "one becomes impossible if one simply rejects them."

The Sergeant, if you will allow me to take this subordinate example, must of course see to the welfare of every single man in his company; the strategist, on the other hand, reckons with the thousand people as the smallest unit and must also be able to sacrifice ten such units at once if a higher purpose demands it.

The general, as the only officer, evidently felt himself out of place and complained about the changeability of public opinion, because some statements about the sanctity of human life were applauded.

It is probably a well-founded phenomenon that in times whose spirit resembles a commodity market, poets who have nothing at all to do with their time are considered to be the correct contrast. They do not pollute themselves with contemporary thoughts, deliver pure poetry, so to speak, and speak to their believers in extinct dialects of greatness, as if they had just returned from eternity for a temporary stay on earth,

Ultimately, all thoughts come from the joints, muscles, glands, eyes, ears and the shadowy overall impressions that the skin sac to which they belong has of itself as a whole. The past centuries may have made a grave error in placing too much emphasis on understanding and reason, on conviction, concept and character; It was like thinking of the registry and archive as the most important part of an office, because they have their office in the headquarters, although they are only auxiliary offices that receive their instructions from outside.

This person gave him an idea of ​​pure masculinity. He was a little tired of talking to himself, and he found the pleasure of imagining a taciturn person very pleasant. He imagined that even as a boy Tuzzi would certainly not have liked other boys if they talked a lot; from them later emerge the aesthetic men, while the boys, who would rather spit through their teeth than open their mouths, become men who do not like to think something useless and indeed, in intrigue, in simply enduring or defending themselves one Seeking compensation for the indispensable state of feeling and thinking that somehow shames them so much that they prefer to use thoughts and feelings only to mislead other people.

Almost no one reads today, everyone uses the writer only to perverse off his own excess in the form of approval or disapproval. "

Every rich man regards wealth as a character trait. So do every poor man. Everyone is tacitly convinced of it. Logic alone creates some difficulty in asserting that possession of money may confer certain qualities, but can never be a human quality in itself. Appearance belies it. Every human nose inevitably immediately smells the delicate touch of independence, the habit of commanding, the habit of choosing the best for themselves everywhere, slight contempt for the world and constantly conscious responsibility for power that rises from a large and secure income. One can see from the appearance of such a person that it is nourished by a selection of the world forces and renewed daily. Money circulates on its surface like sap in a flower; there is no lending of qualities, no acquiring of habits, nothing indirect and secondhand: destroy bank account and credit, and the rich man not only has no more money, but is one the day he understands it withered flower. With the same immediacy as before the quality of being rich, everyone now notices the indescribable quality of nothingness in him, which smells like a burning cloud of insecurity, unreliability, ineffectiveness and poverty. Wealth is therefore a personal, simple quality that cannot be broken down without destruction.

Only people who have no money think of wealth as a dream; People who have it, on the other hand, assert at every opportunity they meet with people who do not have the inconvenience it represents.

every time he had to assure himself that, viewed from a sufficiently high point of view, thoughts, knowledge, loyalty, talent, prudence and the like appear as qualities which one can buy because they are in abundance, whereas the ability to oneself to use them requires characteristics that only the few who were born and grew up on the heights possess.

Rich people then prefer to assure at every opportunity that money changes nothing in a person's values; they mean to say that they would be worth as much as they are now even without money, and are always offended when someone else misunderstands them. Unfortunately this happens to them not infrequently, especially in intercourse with intelligent people. Strangely often, they have no money, only plans and talents, but they do not feel their value diminished by this, and nothing seems to be closer to them than to ask a wealthy friend, for whom money is not important, to have him support them out of its abundance for some good cause. They do not understand that the rich man wants to support them with his ideas, with his skills and his personal attraction.

just as one adorned oneself in business letters about two generations ago with blue red flowers, one could already today express all relationships from love to pure logic in the language of supply and demand, coverage and escompte, at least as well as one can express it psychologically or religiously, but you don't.

However, she did not know what was to come; but she was convinced that it was the infinite task of all lovers to keep one another as that which one was for one another in the highest moments.

It is also clear that people who cause an unpleasant sensation feel the pressure of the world.

The wonderful thought that the woman must take in the man both as mother and as lover made her soft and excited. She didn't know how he got there, but he melted her resistance and still gave her power.

would have; "But then," he continued, "this Bismarck came, and he certainly had one good thing, namely that he showed how to make politics: not with speech and intelligence! Despite his downsides, he has achieved that since his time, as far as the German tongue can reach, everyone has known that nothing can be hoped for in politics from intelligence and speech, but only from silent deliberation and action! "

The inhabitants of this imperial and royal, imperial and royal dual monarchy found themselves faced with a difficult task; they had to feel like imperial and royal Austro-Hungarian patriots, but at the same time also as royal Hungarian or imperial and royal Austrian. In the face of such difficulties, her understandable motto was "Join forces!" That was viribus unitis. The Austrians, however, needed far greater forces than the Hungarians. For the Hungarians were first and last only Hungarians, and just incidentally they also applied to Austria-Hungary for other people who did not understand their language; the Austrians, on the other hand, were initially and originally nothing and, according to their superiors, should feel like Austria-Hungarians or Austrian-Hungarians - there was not even a right word for it. Austria did not exist either. The two parts of Hungary and Austria matched each other like a red, white and green jacket and black and yellow trousers; the jacket was a piece of its own, but the trousers were the remains of a black and yellow suit that no longer existed and that had been torn in eighteen hundred and sixty-seven. Since then the trousers Austria has been called in the official language "The kingdoms and countries represented in the Reichsrat", which of course meant nothing and was a name made up of names, because these kingdoms, for example the whole of Shakespeare's kingdoms Lodomeria and Illyria, no longer existed and even back then, when there was still a whole black and yellow suit, it hadn’t been around. If you asked an Austrian what he was, of course, he could not answer: I am one of the kingdoms and countries represented in the Imperial Council that do not exist - and for this reason alone he preferred to say: I am a Pole, a Czech, an Italian, a Friulian, a Ladin, a Slovene, a Croat, a Serb, a Slovak, a Ruthene or a Wallache, and that was what was called nationalism. If one imagines a squirrel that does not know whether it is a squirrel or a squirrel, a being that has no concept of itself, one will understand that under certain circumstances it can become terribly afraid of its own tail; but the Kakanians found themselves in such a relationship to one another and looked at one another with the panic of members who, with their combined forces, prevent one another from being anything. Since the existence of the earth no being has died of a speech defect, but it must be added that it happened to the Austrian and Hungarian Austro-Hungarian dual monarchies that they perished because of their inexpressibility.

Se. He had studied constitutional law and found a definition that was widely used all over the world that a people was only entitled to apply to a nation if it had its own form of government, and from this it followed for him that the Kakan nations at most Nationalities.

that man could only find his full and true destiny in the community life of a nation, which is superior to him, and because he did not want this to be withheld, he concluded from this that it was necessary to subordinate a state to nationalities and tribes. He also believed in a divine order, even if it was not always transparent to the human eye, and in the revolutionary modern hours that he sometimes had, he was even able to think that the idea of ​​the Staats could perhaps be nothing else than the idea of ​​majesty instituted by God, in a rejuvenated form that is only just beginning.

In general one was at that time among advanced people for active minds; they had recognized the duty of the brain men to usurp the leadership of the belly men.

Insane people should like to accuse other people of being insane;

A man is vain who feels enviable when the moon rises over Asia on his left, while Europe is dusk in the sunset on his right; that's how he once described a trip across the Sea of ​​Marmara to me! Probably the moon rises more beautifully behind the flower pot of a little girl in love than over Asia! "

In Germany at least, we are touched by the love for recognized personalities such as the drunks who fall around the neck of a new man and knock him over after a while for equally obscure reasons.

“We still say today: I love this woman and I hate those people instead of saying that they attract me or they repel me. And one should add a step more precisely that it is I who awakens in them the ability to attract or repel myself. And one more step would have to add that they bring out the qualities in me that belong to them. And so on; one cannot say where the first step is taking place, because that is a mutual, functional dependency such as between two elastic balls or two charged electrical circuits. And of course we have long known that we ought to feel that way too, but we still prefer to be the cause and primal thing in the force fields of feeling that surround us; even if one of us admits that he is imitating someone else, he expresses it as if it were an active achievement! That is why I asked you and ask you again whether you have ever been madly in love or angry or desperate. Because then, with a little power of observation, one understands very precisely that in the midst of the highest excitement of oneself it is no different from a bee at the window or an infusorium in poisoned water: one suffers a storm of movement, one drives blindly in all directions, one hits a hundred times against the impenetrable and once, if one is lucky, through a gate into the open, which one naturally interprets afterwards, in a frozen state of consciousness, as a planned action. "

"In order to be excessive," he said calmly, "one must be very precise and objective. Two I's, who know how questionable I am today, hold on to each other, that's how I imagine it, if it has to be absolutely love, and not just a usual activity; they are so interlinked that one is the cause of the other when they feel they are being greatly changed, and they float like a veil. It is extremely difficult not to make the wrong movements, even if you have had the right ones for a while. It's just hard to feel right in the world! Contrary to a common prejudice, it almost involves pedantry. By the way, that's just what I was about to tell you. You were very flattering, Diotima, when you promised me the possibility of an archangel; in all modesty, as you will see in a moment. Because only if people were completely objective - and that is almost the same as impersonal - then they would also be completely love. Because only then would they be completely sensation and feeling and thought; and all the elements that make up man are tender, for they strive towards one another, only man himself is not. So being in love is something that you may not want at all ...! "

“The merchant serves human progress and is content with a permitted use. He's just as bad off as anyone else! "

In the last few years, before the great war drew its conclusions, there was a lot of talk among young people about love and community, and especially the young anti-Semites in the house of bank director Fischel were characterized by all-encompassing love and community. True fellowship is the working of an inner law, and the deepest, simplest, most perfect and first is the law of love. As already noted, not love in the lower, sensual sense; for physical possession is a mammonistic invention and only has a separating and reminding effect. And of course you can't love everyone either. But every character can be respected, provided that he strives as a true person, under the strictest personal responsibility. So they quarreled about everything together in the name of love.

“I think,” said Ulrich, “every advance is at the same time a step backwards. There is only ever progress in a certain sense. And since our life as a whole has no meaning, it also has no progress as a whole. "

“How could it be! You always think that way; you will never try to answer the question of what it ought to be like! "" You are so hasty. There must always be a goal, an ideal, a program, an absolute. And what comes out in the end is a compromise, an average! Don't you want to admit that in the long run it is tiresome and ridiculous to always do and want to do the utmost just so that something mean comes out? "

"But how do I come to have to write a book?" Said Ulrich. "I was born to a mother and not an inkwell!"

Like all young people in her friendship, she overestimated the power of the book.

Kind of possession. The man who owns himself; the person who owns his beliefs; the man who lets himself be possessed by another or by his own passions or merely by his habits or by his successes; the person who wants to conquer something; the person who wants anything at all: do you reject all of that? You want to be a wanderer. Wandering wanderers, Hans once called it, if I'm not mistaken. To a different meaning and being? Is that correct?"

"We never love those whom we embrace deeply ...!"

In a time when there is so little responsibility for what you do or think, as in the present, it was by no means just personal ambition that made such objections, but downright a supra-personal need, the power that had grown in the hands of the Arnhems ( this structure, which originally emerged from the urge for money, but had long outgrown it, had its own reason, its own will, had to enlarge, consolidate, could become sick, rusted when it stopped!) in harmony with the powers and To bring hierarchies of existence, from which, as far as he knew, he had never made a secret of Diotima.

A time in which everything is allowed has always made those who lived in it unhappy. Breeding, abstinence, chivalry, music, custom, poetry, form, prohibition, none of this has any deeper purpose than to give life a restricted and definite shape. There is no such thing as unlimited happiness. There is no great happiness without great prohibitions. Even in business you can't chase after every advantage, otherwise you won't get anything. The limit is the secret of appearance, the secret of strength, happiness, belief and the task of asserting oneself as a tiny human being in a universe.

The word can do great things, but there are greater things! The real truth between two people cannot be spoken. As soon as we speak, doors close; the word serves more for unreal messages, one speaks in the hours when one does not live ... «

Selfishness is the most reliable quality of human life. With their help, the politician, the soldier and the king have ordered your world through cunning and coercion. This is the tune of mankind; You and I have to admit it. Abolishing coercion would mean making order soft; Enabling man to be great, although he is a bastard, that is our job! "

“But isn't money as safe a method of dealing with human relationships as violence, and it allows us to dispense with its naive use? It is spiritualized violence, a smooth, highly developed and creative special form of violence. Isn't the business based on cunning and coercion, on defrauding and exploiting, only these are civilized, completely shifted to the inside of man, even dressed in the appearance of his freedom? Capitalism, as an organization of egotism according to the hierarchy of forces to procure money, is downright the largest and at the same time most humane order that we have been able to develop in your honor; human activity does not contain a more precise measure! "

This worships money, order, knowledge, arithmetic, measuring and weighing, all in all the spirit of money and its relatives, and at the same time laments it. While it pounds and calculates in its working hours and behaves outside of them like a horde of children who are chased from one exaggeration into the next by the compulsion of "So what are we going to do now?" it does not get rid of an inner reminder to repent.

that man must be made capable of a different ascent than on the wrong path of regularity, regulation, unit of measure and the like, the results of which are so completely inwardly and ultimately insignificant. There is no question that this other way is called religion;

"A man who is aware of his responsibility," said Arnheim with conviction, "may ultimately only sacrifice interest and never capital if he gives soul!"

aversion to Germany that was widespread in the European family of states before the war. Perhaps Germany was spiritually the least uniform country where everyone could find something for his dislike; it was the country whose old culture was most likely to be thrown under the wheels of the new age and cut up into great words for talm and commerce; It was also quarrelsome, greedy for prey, boastful and dangerously insane, like any aroused crowd: but after all, all of that was only European, and at most it could have been a little too European for the Europeans.

To the nameless surprise of all those involved, what is suddenly arises from being able to be, and what falls away, is not correct, is excess and does not satisfy the mind in this highly disordered process, seems to form that atmospherically distributed hatred that vibrates between all creatures that is for the present Civilization is so characteristic and replaces the lack of satisfaction with one's own actions by the easily attainable dissatisfaction with that of others. The attempt to summarize this displeasure in particular beings is just something that belongs to the oldest psychotechnical possession of life. So the magician pulled the carefully prepared fetish out of the sick person's body, and so the good Christian places his faults in the good Jews and claims that he was led to advertising, interest, newspapers and the like through him; Thunder, witches, socialists, intellectuals and generals have been blamed in the course of time, and in the last days before the war, for special reasons which disappear completely, one of the greatest and most popular means in this one strange process between Prussia and Germany. The world has lost not only God, but also the devil. Just as she shifts the bad into undesirable images, she shifts the good into ideal images, which she worships for doing what one finds impractical in oneself. You let other people exert themselves while you watch from a seat, that's the sport; one lets people speak the most one-sided exaggerations, that is idealism; you shake off the evil and those who are splashed by it are the undesirable images.

It seemed quite natural to the most intellectually distinguished Kakanians, who felt themselves to be the heirs and bearers of the famous Kakanian culture that led from Beethoven to operettas, that one should be allied and fraternized with the Reich Germans and that they could not stand them. They were given a little reprimand and, when one thought of their successes, one was always a little worried about the situation at home.But these domestic conditions consisted mainly in the fact that Kakanien, a state that had originally been as good as everyone and better than many others, had lost a little desire for itself over the centuries.

that world history is made like other stories; that is, the writers seldom come up with new ideas, and they tend to diverge from each other in terms of intricacies and ideas.

“This attempt was not entirely successful in the first place, but if you want something big, you mustn't depend on the success of the moment;

that well-known nationality policy of Kakania, but resulted in the fact that, in about every six months, the government sometimes took punitive action against any insubordinate nationality, sometimes wisely retreated from it, and as if one half rose in a glass when the other fell, the behavior corresponded to this against German "nationality". This played a special role in Kakanien, because in its crowd it had always wanted only one thing, that the state should be strong. She had long since held on to the belief that Kakanian history must have some meaning after all, and only began gradually when she understood that in Kakania one could begin as a traitor and end as a minister, and vice versa, that one could continue one's ministerial career as a traitor to feel like an oppressed nation too.

The spiritual people whom he now met in all his ways were not satisfied. They had something to complain about in everything, too little or too much happened to them everywhere, things never seemed to be right in their eyes. He had almost disgusted them. They were like the unhappy, sensitive people who always sit where there is a draft. They cursed the over-scientific and the ignorance, the coarseness and the over-refinement, the contentiousness and the indifference: wherever they looked, there was a crack everywhere! Her thoughts never came to rest and became aware of the eternally wandering remainder of all things, which nowhere gets right. So they were finally convinced that the time in which they lived was destined to be mentally sterile and could only be redeemed from it by a special event or a very special person. This is how the popularity of the word salvation arose among so-called intellectual people. One was convinced that it would not go any further if a Messiah did not come soon. It was always a messiah of medicine, who was supposed to redeem medicine from the learned investigations, during which people get sick and die without help; or a messiah of poetry, who should be able to write a drama that would pull millions of people into the theater and be of the most unconditional spiritual sovereignty: and besides this conviction that every single human activity actually only becomes itself through a special messiah could be returned again, there was of course also the simple and in every way unscrambled desire for a Messiah of the strong hand for the whole. It was a very messianic time, shortly before the great war, and when even entire nations wanted to be redeemed, that actually meant nothing special or unusual.

Conviction that war is nothing like the continuation of peace by stronger means, a powerful kind of order without which the world can no longer exist.

Probably the other way around it can even be said that many happy people are not the least bit happier than sad ones, because happiness is just as strenuous as unhappiness;

One cannot imagine something particularly wild under the famous Kakan nationalism. It was more of a historical than a real process. The people there were very fond of each other; They did hit each other's heads and spat at each other, but they only did so out of considerations of higher culture, as it also happens otherwise that a person who does not want to hurt a fly in private, under the image of the crucified in the courtroom condemned a person to death. And one can say: every time their higher selves took a break, the Kakanians breathed a sigh of relief and felt themselves to be good eating utensils, for which they were made like all people, very astonished at their experiences as tools of history.

the effect of a great and whole man is like that of beauty; it cannot stand denial any more than it is allowed to pierce a balloon or put a hat on the head of a statue. A beautiful woman becomes ugly when she is not pleasing, and a great man, if ignored, may become something greater, but he ceases to be a great man.

as soon as someone has a reputation for being a Napoleon, he wins his lost battles too.

after all, the fact that you are a black man could give you some advantages. In the course of your work you would also first fully realize how much the years that you have spent under my direct supervision have benefited you, and I can tell you one thing now: you belong to a race that still has something of the nobility of nature . In the medieval knight tales, black kings always played an honorable role. If you cultivate that which is spiritually noble in you, your dignity, your kindness, openness, the courage for truth and the even greater courage to abstain from the intolerance, jealousy, envy and the little nervous spite of which most people are drawn today, if you can manage that, you will certainly go your way as a merchant, because it is our job to bring the world not only goods, but also a better way of life. "

"Now there are almost only writers and no more people who read books," he went on. “Have you ever asked yourself, Herr General, how many books are printed each year? I think I can remember that there are over a hundred books a day in Germany alone. And more than a thousand magazines are founded every year! Everyone writes; everyone uses every thought as his own when it suits him; nobody thinks of a responsibility for the whole! Since the Church has lost its influence, there is no more authority in our chaos. There is no educational model and no educational idea. Under these circumstances it is only natural that emotions and morals slip without an anchor and the most solid of people begin to totter! "

In the whole world today everything is loud and clumsy; but in Germany it's even louder. In all countries people toil from morning to night, whether they are working or having fun; but with us they get up earlier and go to bed later. In the whole world the spirit of arithmetic and violence has lost its connection with the soul; but we in Germany have the most merchants and the strongest military. ”He looked around the square with delight. “In Austria, none of this is as developed yet. There is still a past here and people have retained some of their original intuition. If it is still possible at all, the redemption of the German essence from rationalism could only proceed from here. But I'm afraid, "he added with a sigh," it will hardly be possible. A great idea today encounters too much resistance; great ideas are only good for preventing one another from being abused; we live, so to speak, in a state of moral peace armed with ideas. "

that in the world the less personal remains, the more truth we discover, for there has long been a struggle against the individual, from which more and more ground is being stripped. I don't know what will be left of us in the end when everything is rationalized. Maybe nothing, but maybe when the wrong meaning we give to personality disappears, we will embark on a new one like the most glorious adventure.

Stupidity makes you happy. So the first thing I propose is this: let's try to love each other as if you and I were the characters of a poet who meet on the pages of a book. So let's leave out the whole fat structure that rounds off reality. "

Beauty or excitement comes into the world by letting go. Obviously, our attitude in the midst of reality is a compromise, a middle state, in which the feelings prevent each other from their passionate development and mix a little to gray. Children who still lack this attitude are therefore happier and more unhappy than adults.

And I want to add right away that even the stupid leave out;

Beauty or excitement comes into the world by letting go. Obviously, our attitude in the midst of reality is a compromise, a middle state, in which the feelings prevent each other from their passionate development and mix a little to gray. Children who still lack this attitude are therefore happier and more unhappy than adults. And I will add right away that even the stupid leave out; Stupidity makes you happy. So the first thing I propose is this: let's try to love each other as if you and I were the characters of a poet who meet on the pages of a book. So let's leave out the whole fat structure that rounds off reality. "

I am so foolish, "replied her cousin," that I maintain that there should be no 'recreations'! What a life to be punctuated with recreation at times! Would we poke holes in a picture because it made too good demands on us ?! Are there any vacation weeks in eternal bliss? I confess to you that even the thought of sleep is sometimes uncomfortable. "

It is impossible to detach the thought of a book from the page that surrounds it. He waves to us like the face of a person who is torn past us in a chain of others and appears meaningfully for a short while. I am exaggerating a little again; but now I would like to ask you: what happens in our life other than what I have described? I want to keep quiet about the exact, measurable and definable impressions, but all the other terms on which we base our lives are nothing but parables left in a frozen state.

Law that times of great stability are followed by stormy rearrangements,

At night the fat head that unsatisfied lust produces sat on her shoulders like a coconut whose monkey-haired shell had grown inward through some error of nature, and finally she became as full of impotent anger as a drinker whose bottle has been withdrawn Has.

Thoughts originally have no logic, however much one may ascribe them to them; only the unimaginative resistance of reality brings attention to the contradictions in the poem man.

it had nothing to do with love like the blink of a fish.

One does not really know how this change comes about, which at certain moments turns idiosyncratic people into a willing mass, capable of the greatest exuberance in good and bad and incapable of reflection, even if the people who make it up are mostly you Have nothing in your life so taken care of as moderation and prudence. Probably the excitement that urges relaxation of a crowd that has no way out for their feelings jumps over to every path that opens up unexpectedly, and it is likely that it will be among all the most excitable, the most sensitive and the most resilient, but also the extremes sudden acts of violence or sentimental nobility who set the example and open the way; in the crowd they signify the points of least resistance, but the scream that ejects more through them than is uttered by them, the stone that comes into their hand, the feeling into which they break out, lay the way free, on which the others, who have increased their excitement towards one another to the point of unbearable, rush in senselessly, and they give the actions of those around them the form of mass action, which is felt by everyone half as coercion and half as liberation.

Through this “indirectness”, trained to virtuosity, the good conscience of every individual and of society as a whole is assured today; the button you press is always white and beautiful, and what happens on the other end of the line concerns other people who again do not press for themselves. Do you find it hideous? So we let thousands die or vegetate, move mountains of suffering, but also achieve something with it! I would almost like to assert that in the form of the social division of labor, nothing else is expressed than the old division of human conscience into approved ends and accepted means, albeit in a grandiose and dangerous way. "

Understand me well: I'm not saying you're a poor devil, that's someone who wants evil because he doesn't understand it better; you are a big devil, you know what would be good, but you are doing the opposite of what you want! You find life as we all lead it abhorrent, and that is why you say in spite of it that it should be carried on. And you say in a terribly decent way: 'I'm not cheating on my friends!' But you only say it because you've thought to yourself a hundred times: 'I want Clarisse!' But because you're a devil, you also have something of God in you you, Ulo! From a great god! One who lies so that one should not recognize him! You want me -"

“Papa wants to be buried with the medal because he thinks the individualistic theory of the state is wrong! He recommends the universalistic one. Only from the creative community of the state do man receive a supra-personal purpose, his goodness and justice; alone he is nothing, and that is why the monarch is a spiritual symbol: and in short, man has to wrap himself up in his medals when he dies, as one sinks a dead sailor wrapped in a flag into the sea! "

Such old enmity was, of course, no longer a feeling, but a habit of thinking; if something did not just provoke the emotions of hostility anew, they were no longer there, and the accumulated content of innumerable past unpleasant events had concentrated in the form of a disdainful judgment of one another, which was so independent of the coming and going of feelings was like an unprejudiced truth.

"Figs often die before they die - The brave never taste of death except once - Of all the wonders I have heard - it seems very strange to me that people should fear - seeing that death becomes a necessary end come when he wants to come

But when, after a few minutes of this intellectual comfort, he had soberly realized the consequences it would have if he yielded to his ambition and now, as a latecomer, embarked on the academic path, it occurred to him for the first time that he felt too old for a company And since his boyhood he had not felt this semi-impersonal concept of the years as something that had an independent content, and just as little had hitherto known the thought: you are no longer able to do anything!


She wanted to know what "fate" is. "Something in between 'My Toothache' and 'King Lear's Daughters'!" Replied Ulrich. "I'm not one of those people who like to use that word."


She wanted to know what "fate" is. "Something in between 'My Toothache' and 'King Lear's Daughters'!" Replied Ulrich. "I am not one of those people who likes to use that word." But for young people it is part of the song of life; they want a fate and they don't know what it is.


Agathe was twenty-seven. Young enough to have retained some of the hollow forms of feeling that are first developed; old enough to already suspect the other content that reality fills. She replied: "Getting old is a fate in itself!" And was very dissatisfied with this answer, in which her youthful melancholy was expressed in a way that seemed meaningless to her.


“In general,” he continued, “it happens to me, the older I get, the more often that I hated something that later and in a roundabout way nevertheless runs in the same direction as my own path, so that I have the right to exist with it once can no longer agree; or it happens that the damage to ideas or events for which I got excited is revealed. So over longer distances it seems to be completely irrelevant whether you get aroused and in what sense you used your arousal. Everything comes to the same goal, and everything serves a development that is opaque and infallible. "


"Today fate tends to give the impression of the superior movement of a mass," he said; "One is stuck in it and is rolled along with it."


He remembered having already had the thought that today every truth would come into the world divided into its half measures, and yet in this windy and agile way a greater overall performance could result than if everyone were serious and lonely after all their duty strut. He had even put forward this thought, which sat like a hook in his self-esteem, which was nevertheless not without the possibility of greatness, with the conclusion, which he did not mean seriously, that one could do what one wanted! Because nothing was so far from him as this conclusion, and especially now, when his fate seemed to have deposed him and left him with nothing to do, in this moment, dangerous for his ambition, when he had also finished the last thing, which was strangely driven connected him with his older times, this stragglers work, so at that very moment, when he was personally very naked, instead of releasing himself, he felt the new tension that had arisen since his departure.


"What is still called personal fate today is being superseded by collective and ultimately statistically ascertainable processes," repeated Ulrich.


After the first surprise was over, she had cheated on him here and there with others: "If you want to call it that," she thought, "that a creature without experience, whose senses are silent, the efforts of a man who is not his own For the first moment they seem like thunderbolts that hit the door! 'For she had shown little talent for unfaithfulness: as soon as she had met her, lovers seemed no more compelling than husbands, and she soon thought that she could just as well take the dance masks of a Negro tribe seriously as the love larvae that the European man puts on.


Since Agathe was well-read, but because of her nature she was not inclined to enter into theories, she often had the opportunity, when she compared her own experiences with the ideals of books and theater, to wonder why neither her seducers had captivated her like the trap of a game, which would have corresponded to the Don Juan self-portrait, the attitude of which a man used to take when he slipped together with a woman, nor that their coexistence with her husband turned into a strindberg-style battle of the sexes, in which the captured woman how it was the secondary fashion, tormenting its imperious and unhelpful master to death with the means of cunning and weakness.


To be sure, he was probably more of one of those people who always act well; There is no goodness in themselves, thought Agathe. It seems that as goodness becomes good will or deeds, it disappears from man! How did Ulrich say? A stream that drives factories loses its gradient. Also, he had said that too, but it wasn't what she was looking for. Now she's got it: "It seems that actually only people who don't do a lot of good are able to preserve all their goodness"! But at the moment when she had this sentence, plausibly as Ulrich must have spoken it, it struck her as completely nonsensical.

"It is easy for everyone to believe that he cannot do anything bad because he is a good person!"


"Do you never regret what you are doing?" Asked Agathe quickly. “I have the impression that you never regret anything. You once said something similar yourself. "" God in heaven, "replied Ulrich, who stepped out again" in every minus there is a plus. Maybe I said something like that, but you don't have to take it too literally. "" In every minus a plus? "" Something good in every bad. Or at least in a lot of bad. Usually there is an unrecognized plus variant in a human minus variant: that's probably what I wanted to say. And if you regret something, it is precisely in this that you can find the strength to do something so good that you would otherwise never be able to do. What you do is never decisive, but always what you do afterwards! "


“Throughout my life,” she continued, “I have been accused of having no will, of loving nothing, of adoring nothing, in a word, that I am not a person determined to live. Papa held it against me, Hagauer reprimanded me: Now tell me, for God's sake, tell me at last, at what moments does something seem necessary to us in life ?! ”“ When you turn around in bed! ”Ulrich explained gruffly. “What does that mean ?!” “Forgive me,” he begged, “the usual example. But it really is like this: one is dissatisfied with one's situation; one thinks incessantly of changing them and one makes one resolution after another without carrying them out; finally you give it up: and suddenly you turned around! Actually, one should say that one has been turned around. There is no other pattern in both passion and long-planned decisions. ”He did not look at her, he answered himself.


On the other hand, for its supra-personal person, the state confesses itself most nakedly to the principle that one may rob, murder and deceive, if power, civilization and splendor arise from them.


Our age is already oozing energy. It no longer wants to see thoughts, but only actions. This terrible energy only comes from having nothing to do. Inwardly, I mean. But in the end every person outwardly repeats only one and the same deed throughout his life: he gets into a profession and progresses in it. I think here we are again with the question you asked me earlier in the open air. It is so easy to be energetic and so difficult to find factual sense! Few people understand that today. That is why the doers look like skittles who, with the gestures of Napoleon, are able to knock over nine wooden things. I wouldn't even be surprised if they fell violently on each other in the end, just because of the overwhelming incomprehension that all deeds are not enough! ... "


"You know, it's a little childish what we're talking about," he said, not without displeasure. "The world is full of active decision-making, and we sit there and talk lazily about the sweetness of goodness and the theoretical pots in which it could be filled!"


So that could now be called love; But there are lovers who look into love like the sun, they just go blind, and there are lovers who see life in amazement for the first time when it is illuminated by love:


When, with suddenly awakened vitality and in a joint effort with the youth play, she overcame all the obstacles that arose from their youth to a marriage in a few months, although the families of the lovers had no objection to each other, she was suddenly no longer lonely and straight thereby yourself.


only old people live in such a way that they persist in the experiences and successes of a past time and are no longer affected by the present.


Justice and consideration are not popular virtues with young people.


the deep European need not to overdo anything. No European scourges himself, smears himself with ashes, cuts off his tongue, really gives himself up or even withdraws from all people, passes away with passion, wheels or skewers today; but everyone sometimes has a need for it, so that it is difficult to say where what is actually worth avoiding lies, whether in wishing or in doing nothing. So why should an ascetic go hungry? that only brings him to annoying imaginations ?! A sensible asceticism consists in the aversion to food with a constantly well-maintained diet! Such asceticism promises duration and allows the spirit that freedom that it does not have when it is dependent on the body in passionate rebellion! Such bitterly funny explanations, which she had learned from her brother, did Agathe a lot better, because they dismantled the "tragic", which to her inexperience had long seemed like an obligation to believe, into irony and a passion that neither one Name, still had a goal and for that reason was by no means finished with what she had experienced.


I had fled a thousand kilometers from my beloved, and when I felt sure of every chance of her real embrace, I howled at her like the dog at the moon! "


“Memories usually age at the same time as people,” he explained to her, “and the most passionate incidents turn into a comical perspective over time, as if they were seen at the end of ninety-nine doors opened one after the other. But sometimes, when linked to very strong feelings, individual memories do not age and hold onto entire layers of the being.


Feelings are not the time either. Thoughts and feelings, that's more for people who have nothing to do.

During this time shame and impeding pleasure in the patient who had withdrawn into his bush melted into a unity of disappointment, which poured out his hollow figure like a bitter mass. When he got into the deepest darkness, he buckled, dropped to the ground, and his head hung like a leaf from his neck. The world stood before him, and he saw his situation as it would have appeared to the two men passing by if they had discovered him. But after this man had wept over himself for a while with dry eyes, the original change took place again, this time even mixed with an excess of defiance and revenge.


that in the highest state of a person there is no good or bad, only belief or doubt; that fixed rules contradict the innermost essence of morality and that belief should not be older than an hour; that nothing low can be done in faith; that premonition is a more passionate state than truth: And Agathe was now about to leave the realm of moral enclosure and venture out to that limitless depth where there is no other decision than whether to rise or fall.

"Pacifism in the hands of amateurs undoubtedly poses a great danger"


he had brought together two things that were really distantly related, however funny it might be, to see love and pacifism connected by the fact that both gave him the impression of amateurish debauchery.


Monarchies are at a disadvantage today because they are burdened with decency!


Let us not deny that in the past there was always only talk: We lived for eternal and great words and ideals; for an enhancement of the human; for our innermost peculiarity; for a growing total abundance of existence. We strived for a synthesis, we lived for new beauty pleasures and happiness values, and I do not want to deny that the search for truth is child's play compared to the immense seriousness of becoming a truth yourself: But it was an overstrain compared to the current low reality content of the soul, and in a dreamlike longing we lived for nothing, so to speak! "


"There is something healthy about nowadays refraining from looking for the buried entrance to the soul and rather striving to come to terms with life as it is!" She concluded.


It went through Ulrich's head that that little, unenlightened residue of indeterminacy that remains in every moral experience about which he had talked so much with Agathe must actually be the cause of this human uncertainty;


since past pain is a harmless old friend compared to present pain,


“I am the only one who selflessly loves you; because I have absolutely nothing to do and no duties. But feelings without distraction are destructive: you have now experienced that yourself, and you have always shown me a justified, if only instinctive, distrust. "


"You are making the mistake of all men," she rebuked. »You do not treat your love partner as equal, but merely as a complement to yourself and then you are disappointed. Have you never asked yourself whether the path to lively and harmonious eroticism might only lead through harder self-education? "

"It is undoubtedly a disgusting habit of the wealthy bourgeoisie to see something demonic in the insane and in criminals."


"If you want something big, as we do in art, for example, then you are forbidden to worry about anything else";


we call it democracy, but this is just the political expression for the mental state of 'you can do it this way, but you can also do it differently'. We are the age of the ballot. Every year we determine our sexual ideal, the beauty queen, with the ballot, and the fact that we have made positive science our spiritual ideal means nothing else than to hand the ballot to the so-called facts so that they take our place choose. The age is unphilosophical and cowardly; it does not have the courage to decide what is worth and what is not, and democracy, to put it in the simplest terms, means: do what happens! Incidentally, this is one of the most dishonorable circular conclusions that has ever existed in the history of our race. "


that because of the over-intellectualization of the man, under certain circumstances the woman will take over the instinctive guidance for action,


I am opposed to assimilation as practiced by the English nobility; that is a protracted and uncertain process: But give the Jews back their true nature and you should see how they will be a precious stone, indeed a nobility of a special kind, among the peoples who gratefully rally around the throne of His Majesty or If you prefer to imagine it in an everyday and very clear way, take a walk on our Ringstrasse, which is so unique in the world that, in the midst of the highest Western European elegance, if you like, you can also see a Mohammedan with his red cap, a Slovak in sheepskin or a Tyrolean with bare legs! ”Here Ulrich could not help but express his admiration for the sharp eye of Sr. Erlaucht, to whom it was now reserved to discover the“ true Jew ”.


Also consider what it would mean if we were later to be allied with a grateful Jewish state instead of the Reich Germans and Prussians! Where our Trieste is, so to speak, the Hamburg of the Mediterranean Sea, apart from the fact that one becomes diplomatically insurmountable when one has the Jews to oneself as well as the Pope! "


'Have you heard of psychoanalysis yet?' He asks me. I wasn't quite sure what to answer. 'So' he says, 'you might say she's a mess. We don't want to argue about that, everyone says that; nevertheless they run to these newfangled doctors more than in our Catholic confessional. I tell you, they run there in flocks because the flesh is weak! They allow their secret sins to be discussed because it gives them great pleasure, and if they curse, I'll tell you what they are saying, they are buying it! But I could also prove to you that what their unbelieving doctors imagine they invented is nothing than what the Church did in the beginning: cast out the devil and heal the possessed. This correspondence with the ritual of exorcism goes right down to the last detail, for example when they try with their means to bring the possessed to the point where he begins to tell about what is in him: this is exactly the turning point according to church teaching where the devil is about to leave for the first time! We just missed adapting it to changing needs in good time and instead of talking about filth and the devil of psychosis, the unconscious and the like, today's stuff. 'Don't you find that very interesting?' Asked Count Leinsdorf. “But it is perhaps even more interesting, because: 'We don't want to talk about the weakness of the flesh,' he said, 'we want to talk about the weakness of the spirit too! And the church was probably clever and didn't let anything happen to it! Man fears the devil who gets into his flesh, even if he pretends to fight him, not nearly as much as the enlightenment that comes to him from the spirit.You haven't studied theology, but at least you respect it, and that is more than any secular philosopher in his delusion has ever achieved: I can tell you that theology is so difficult that if you spend fifteen years with it only has been busy alone, only knows that he doesn't really understand a single word about her! And of course no one would like to believe that if they knew how difficult it really is, they'd just scold us! That is exactly how they would curse - do you understand now? 'He said slyly -' as they curse the others now, what their books write and paint pictures and make assertions. And today we leave room for their arrogance with a joyful heart, because you can already believe me: the more seriously one of them thinks it, the less he just takes care of entertainment and his income, the more he serves God in his wrong way the more bland he is to people and the more they scold him. ›That's not life!‹ They say. But we know what real life is and we will show it to them, and because we can also wait, you may still experience for yourself that they come running back to us full of anger at their futile wisdom. You can already see it in our own families: and in the days of our fathers, God knows, they believed that they would make a university out of heaven!


we civil politicians cannot wait, we just have to squeeze the good out of life as it is. Man lives not from bread alone, but also from the soul: the soul, so to speak, is part of being able to digest the bread properly; and that's why you have to - ": Count Leinsdorf was of the opinion that politics should drive the soul. “That means something must be done,” he said, “that is what our time demands. Everyone has this feeling today, so to speak, not just the political ones. Time has something interim, which no one can stand in the long run. 'He had got the idea that the trembling equilibrium of ideas on which the no less trembling equilibrium of the European powers rested should be given a push. "It's almost a minor matter, what kind of person!" He assured Ulrich, who explained with mock shock that he was. In the time of their separation, the illustrious had almost become a revolutionary.


“I indicated to you earlier that we must learn to think economically; the one-sided nationality policy has led the empire into the desert: the emperor now has this whole Czech-Polish-German-Italian muddle of freedom - I don't know how to tell you, let's just say: from the bottom of my heart sausage. What His Majesty feels in the deepest heart is only the wish that the drafts of defense should be approved without compromise, so that the Reich would be strong, and then a lively aversion to all the presumptuousness of the bourgeois world of ideas, which he probably retains from the year forty-eight Has. But with these two sentiments, His Majesty is nothing more than, so to speak, the First Socialist in the state: I think you now recognize the great perspective I am talking about! All that remains is religiosity, in which there is still an irreconcilable contradiction, and about that I should speak to His Eminence again. "


“Look, the people today demand a strong hand; But a strong hand needs fine words, otherwise the people will not put up with them today.

At that moment Agathe had thought that Ulrich would also let his life pass as if it would last forever. "Maybe it's a mistake that we didn't first get to know each other as old people"


At that moment Agathe had thought that Ulrich would also let his life pass as if it would last forever. "Perhaps it's a mistake that we didn't first get to know each other as old people," she said to herself, and had the melancholy imagination of two banks of fog that sink to the ground in the evening.


must notice without understanding it. But evidently all means which, like the possession of poison and weapons or the search for existing dangers, bring the end a little nearer belong to the romanticism of lust for life; and it may be that the life of most people is so oppressive, so wavering, with so much darkness in the light and on the whole so wrong that it is only through a distant possibility to end it that the joy inherent in it is liberated.


Just as every young person does when, for example, he thinks of bed in the evening before going to sleep after a healthy day in bed: it is inevitable that I will be dead on a day as beautiful as today. Nor does it make you want to die at all if you have to watch someone else do it, and the passing of her father had tormented her with impressions, the horror of which has emerged anew since she was left alone in the house after her brother's departure. But: "I'm a little dead" - Agathe often had this feeling, and especially at moments like this when she had just become aware of the well-being and health of her young body, this tense beauty, which in its mysterious cohesion was so unfounded is like the disintegration of the elements in death, it easily passed from the state of its happy security into one of fear, amazement and silence, as one feels when one suddenly steps out of a lively filled room under the gleam of the stars. Regardless of the resolutions that arose in her, and despite the satisfaction that she had managed to save herself from a failed life, she now felt a little detached from herself and only connected with herself within indistinct boundaries. She thought coolly of death as a state where one is relieved of all toil and imagination, and imagined it as an intimate being put to sleep: one lies in God's hand, and this hand is like a cradle or like a hammock that is attached to two large trees that the wind rocks a little. She imagined death as a great calming and tiredness, freed from all will and all effort, from all attention and deliberation, similar to the pleasant weakness that one feels on the fingers when the sleep of any last thing in the world, that they still hold on, carefully loosens them. Undoubtedly, however, she had given herself a very comfortable and negligent idea of ​​dying, just as it corresponded to the need of someone who is not favorably disposed to the exertions of life, and in the end she amused herself by observing how much that reminded me of the ottoman she had had put in her father's stern drawing room to read on, the only change she had made in the house on her own. Still the thought was