How small life is here and how big nothingness. The sky, tired of light, has given everything to the snow. The two trees bow their heads to each other. Clouds cross the world’s silence in a circle dance — 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