That is all very senseless, but this senselessness has a pretty mouth, and it smiles.
cuando se es joven hay que ser un cero a la izquierda, pues no existe nada más perjudicial que destacar pronto, prematuramente, en cualquier cosa.
Se aburren quienes se pasan la vida esperando que algo los estimule desde fuera…
One listens to the murmur of the soul only because of boredom.
Artists, as a rule, understand nothing about business, or, for some reason or other, they aren’t allowed to understand anything about it.
I feel how little it concerns me, everything that’s called “the world,” and how grand and exciting what I privately call the world is to me.
I don’t want a future, I want a present. To me this appears of greater value. You have a future only when you have no present, and when you have a present, you forget to even think about the future.
The soul of the world had opened and I fantasized that everything wicked, distressing and painful was on the point of vanishing…all notion of the future paled and the past dissolved. In the glowing present, I myself glowed.
And the pine trees that smell so wonderfully of spicy power. Shall I never see a mountain pine again? Really that would be no misfortune. To forgo something: that also has its fragrance and its power.
What we understand and love understands and loves us also.
I tell lies somewhere else, but not here, not in front of myself.
So you, too, like fruitcake? (RW on meeting Lenin in Zurich during World War I.)
How small life is hereand how big nothingness.The sky, tired of light,has given everything to the snow.The two trees bowtheir heads to each other.Clouds cross the world’ssilence in a circle dance
On the whole I consider the constant need for delight and diversion in completely new things to be a sign of pettiness, lack of inner life, of estrangement from nature, and of a mediocre or defective gift of understanding.
Curious, the pleasure it gives me to annoy practitioners of force. Do I actually want this Herr Benjamenta to punish me? Do I have reckless instincts? Everything is possible, everything, even the most sordid and undignified things.