“I have no friends, Josaphat.” Josaphat wanted to contradict, but he stopped himself. Freder turned his eyes towards him. He straightened himself up and smiled—the other’s hand still in his. “I have no friends, Josaphat, and, what weighs still more,… — Thea von Harbou Copy Share Image
“Oh yes, Joh—oh yes! Your sin walks behind you like a good dog on the trail. It does not lose your scent, Joh—it remains always and always at your back. A friend is unarmed against his friend. He has no… — Thea von Harbou Copy Share Image
“Beautiful Maria, how Sweet are your hips... Is the man whom you love never to find that out? Beautiful Maria, listen to what I say to you: only a little to one side of this way, a flight of stairs leads steeply upward, leading to freedom... Your knees are trembling... how sweet that is! Do you think to overcome your weakness by clasping… — Thea von Harbou Copy Share
“I have no friends, Josaphat.” Josaphat wanted to contradict, but he stopped himself. Freder turned his eyes towards him. He straightened himself up and… — Thea von Harbou Copy Share Image
“And then he grasped that this city of machines, this city of sobriety, this fanatic for work, sought, at night, the mighty counterpoise to… — Thea von Harbou Copy Share Image
“Oh yes, Joh—oh yes! Your sin walks behind you like a good dog on the trail. It does not lose your scent, Joh—it remains… — Thea von Harbou Copy Share Image
“The New Tower of Babel and its fellow houses stretched their somber heights high above the cathedral spire, that the young girls in the… — Thea von Harbou Copy Share Image
“THERE WAS A HOUSE in the great Metropolis which was older than the town. Many said that it was older, even, than the cathedral,… — Thea von Harbou Copy Share Image
“Then came a time which pulled down antiquities. Then the words were spoken: The house must die. But the house was stronger than the… — Thea von Harbou Copy Share Image
“But I do, Joh! I still remember every syllable. You said: ‘I don’t hear a word you say—! only hear Hel! If I were… — Thea von Harbou Copy Share Image
“Did he not live in a town which lay deeper under the earth than the underground stations of Metropolis, with their thousand shafts—In a… — Thea von Harbou Copy Share Image
“This book is not of today or of the future. It tells of no place. It serves no cause, party or class. It has… — Thea von Harbou Copy Share Image
“You have suffered,” thought his dream-filled brain. “You have been redeemed by suffering. You have attained to bliss... Is it worth while to suffer?-Yes.” And… — Thea von Harbou Copy Share Image
