“Entangled and besotted as he was, he no longer wished for anything else than to pursue the beloved object that inflamed him, to dream about him when he was absent and to speak amorous phrases, after the manner of lovers,… — Thomas Mann Copy Share Image
Solitude produces originality, bold and astonishing beauty, poetry. But solitude also produces perverseness, the disproportianate, the absurd and the forbidden. — Thomas Mann Copy Share Image
“Solitude favors the original, the daringly and otherworldly beautiful, the poem. But it also favors the wrongful, the extreme, the absurd, and the forbidden.” — Thomas Mann Copy Share Image
“But what would be our readers’ reaction if we simply refused to get to the bottom of that question?” — Thomas Mann Copy Share Image
What good would politics be, if it didn’t give everyone the opportunity to make moral compromises. — Thomas Mann Copy Share Image
“O, čarobna organsko lepoto, koja se ne sastojiš ni iz uljane boje ni iz kamena, već iz materije žive i raspadljive, pune grozničave tajne… — Thomas Mann Copy Share Image
“I hope that you have nothing against malice, my good engineer. In my eyes it is the brightest sword that reason has against the… — Thomas Mann Copy Share Image
“The days began to fly now, and yet each one of them was stretched by renewed expectations and swollen with silent, private experiences. Yes,… — Thomas Mann Copy Share Image
“A stimulus is a stimulus. The body doesn't give a damn about the meaning of the stimulus. Whether minnows or communion, the sebaceous glands… — Thomas Mann Copy Share Image
It is remarkable how a man cannot summarize his thoughts in even the most general sort of way without betraying himself completely, without putting… — Thomas Mann Copy Share Image
