“She tries to think, but the monotonous stuttering of the wheels breaks the flow of her thoughts, and the narcotic cowl of sleep tightens over her throbbing forehead—that muffled and yet overpowering railroad-sleep in which one lies rapt and benumbed… — Stefan Zweig Copy Share Image
“Madness,” he exclaimed to himself, in astonishment, faltering. “Madness! What do they want? Once again, once again!” War once again, war that had so… — Stefan Zweig Copy Share Image
It is never until one realizes that one means something to others that one feels there is any point or purpose in one's own… — Stefan Zweig Copy Share Image
“And if I am asked today to advise a young writer who has not yet made up his mind what way to go, I… — Stefan Zweig Copy Share Image
“Live and let live” was the famous Viennese motto, which today still seems to me to be more humane than all the categorical imperatives,… — Stefan Zweig Copy Share Image
One never gets to know a person's character better than by watching his behavior during decisive moments… It is always only danger which forces… — Stefan Zweig Copy Share Image
Names have a mysterious transforming power. Like a ring on a finger, a name may at first seem merely accidental, committing you to nothing;… — Stefan Zweig Copy Share Image
There is no sense to a sacrifice after you come to feel that it is a sacrifice. — Stefan Zweig Copy Share Image
Nothing that has ever been thought and said with a clear mind and pure ethical strength is totally in vain; even if it comes… — Stefan Zweig Copy Share Image
It is the way of youth that each fresh piece of knowledge of life should go to its head, and that once uplifted by… — Stefan Zweig Copy Share Image
“The truths that he finds may in the coming months or even the coming years be truths no more. He must be forever searching.… — Stefan Zweig Copy Share Image
The union of opposites, in so far as they are really complementary, always results in the most perfect harmony; and the seemingly incongruous is… — Stefan Zweig Copy Share Image
The sight of a wedding always has a disturbing effect on young girls; at such moments a mysterious sense of solidarity with their own… — Stefan Zweig Copy Share Image
“Lightly, caressingly, Marie Antoinette picked up the crown as a gift. She was still too young to know that life never gives anything for… — Stefan Zweig Copy Share Image
