“The writer in him is only the shadow of the man, though so often we observe men whose art of writing is so great, but whose art of living is so modest.” — Stefan Zweig Copy Share Image
“Madness,” he exclaimed to himself, in astonishment, faltering. “Madness! What do they want? Once again, once again!” War once again, war that had so recently shattered his whole life? With a strange shudder, he looked at those young faces, staring at the black mass on the move in ranks of four, like a square strip of film running, unrolling out… — Stefan Zweig Copy Share
It is never until one realizes that one means something to others that one feels there is any point or purpose in one's own… — Stefan Zweig Copy Share Image
“And if I am asked today to advise a young writer who has not yet made up his mind what way to go, I… — Stefan Zweig Copy Share Image
“Live and let live” was the famous Viennese motto, which today still seems to me to be more humane than all the categorical imperatives,… — Stefan Zweig Copy Share Image
One never gets to know a person's character better than by watching his behavior during decisive moments… It is always only danger which forces… — Stefan Zweig Copy Share Image
Names have a mysterious transforming power. Like a ring on a finger, a name may at first seem merely accidental, committing you to nothing;… — Stefan Zweig Copy Share Image
There is no sense to a sacrifice after you come to feel that it is a sacrifice. — Stefan Zweig Copy Share Image
Nothing that has ever been thought and said with a clear mind and pure ethical strength is totally in vain; even if it comes… — Stefan Zweig Copy Share Image
It is the way of youth that each fresh piece of knowledge of life should go to its head, and that once uplifted by… — Stefan Zweig Copy Share Image
“The truths that he finds may in the coming months or even the coming years be truths no more. He must be forever searching.… — Stefan Zweig Copy Share Image
