To the question: How do the authors of sketches, stories and novels get along in life, the following answer can or must… — Robert Walser Copy Share Image
How small life is here and how big nothingness. The sky, tired of light, has given everything to the snow. The two… — Robert Walser Copy Share Image
“My cheeks are red hot, my lip still trembles, because I sent my heart to speak; every word of it delusional and awkward, an… — Robert Walser Copy Share Image
“That's what's so miraculous about the city: each person's bearing and behavior vanish among these thousand sorts, observations are fleeting, judgements swift, and forgetting… — Robert Walser Copy Share Image
“What honest man was never in his life without sustenance? And what human being has ever seen as the years pass his hopes, plans,… — Robert Walser Copy Share Image
“Perhaps there were a few repetitions here and there. But I would like to confess that I consider nature and human life to be… — Robert Walser Copy Share Image
Questions are usually more beautiful, more significant than their resolutions, which in fact never resolve them, are never sufficient to satisfy us, whereas from… — Robert Walser Copy Share Image
Your very eyes. How they have always been for me the command to obey, the inviolable and beautiful commandment. No, no, I'm not telling… — Robert Walser Copy Share Image
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… — Robert Walser Copy Share Image
“They should not clench their fists, it’s my longing that’s drawing me near to them; they should not stand there full of rage, my… — Robert Walser Copy Share Image