“Prague does not have its name for no reason - in truth, Prague is a threshold between the life on Earth and Heaven, a threshold much thinner and narrower then in any other places…” — Gustav Meyrink Copy Share Image
“The soul is not a single unity; that is what it is destined to become, and that is what we call 'immortality'. Your soul is still composed of many 'selves', just as a colony of ants is composed of many single ants. You bear within you the spiritual remains of many thousand ancestors, the heads of your line. It is… — Gustav Meyrink Copy Share
“A brief rustling that broke off short, as if startled at itself, then deadly silence, that agonising, watchful hush, fraught with its own betrayal,… — Gustav Meyrink Copy Share Image
“The stale air, the incessant, inane clatter of the billiard balls, the perpetual hacking cough of a half-blind journalist opposite me, the spindle-shanked infantry… — Gustav Meyrink Copy Share Image
“the longing for wisdom itself is wisdom' - 'search for a fixed point within yourself, my child, that the world cannot reach' - regard… — Gustav Meyrink Copy Share Image
It is the narrow, hidden tracks that lead back to our lost homeland, what contains the solution to the last mysteries is not the… — Gustav Meyrink Copy Share Image
“Prague does not have its name for no reason - in truth, Prague is a threshold between the life on Earth and Heaven, a… — Gustav Meyrink Copy Share Image
I have not let myself be stultified by science, whose highest goal is to furnish a 'waiting room', which it would be best to… — Gustav Meyrink Copy Share Image
“As usual the empty-headed were loudest in proclaiming their shallow explanation that the fever raging in the hearts and minds of the survivors was… — Gustav Meyrink Copy Share Image
“Nothing essential happens through death, only through birth and that is the whole trouble - But shouldn't we be speaking of something more important… — Gustav Meyrink Copy Share Image
“All around were people such as the eternal petty bourgeois of all lands eyes with the instinctive hatred of the bandy-legged mongrel for a… — Gustav Meyrink Copy Share Image
