“I was, I remember, nineteen years old, wrote poems, still wore no proper collar, ran out in the rain and snow, always woke up early in the morning, read Lenau, considered an overcoat a superfluous item, received a monthly salary… — 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
“Is it our calling to understand each other, or are we not, rather, called upon to misjudge one another, to prevent there being a… — Robert Walser Copy Share Image
“A park like this resembles a large, silent, isolated room. In fact it's always Sunday in a park, by the way, for it's always… — Robert Walser Copy Share Image
“Money rules the world, and doubtless also, here and there, the bit of love within it, and when love turns to hate, one remembers… — Robert Walser Copy Share Image
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