“As long as he deceived himself about the truth, he could blame fortune and have confidence in the future. Now the clouds of madness were closing round his mind.” — Hermann Bahr Copy Share Image
Man screams from the depths of his soul; the whole era becomes a single, piercing shriek. Art also screams, into the deep darkness, screams… — Hermann Bahr Copy Share Image
“... what we say or do is unimportant; it is merely semblance, beyond which our real life lies concealed... We know this better than… — Hermann Bahr Copy Share Image
Let the artist show his world, the beauty that was born with him, that never was before and never will be again. — Hermann Bahr Copy Share Image
“Bondage And Service - that was what they all demanded and from everyone. This craving to find themselves in another, to subjugate and appropriate… — Hermann Bahr Copy Share Image
“As long as he deceived himself about the truth, he could blame fortune and have confidence in the future. Now the clouds of madness… — Hermann Bahr Copy Share Image
“It comforted him because it could not be called suffering if it was a sign of Art.” — Hermann Bahr Copy Share Image
Words are not in the power of men; men are in the power of words. Every time we open our mouths, a thousand dead… — Hermann Bahr Copy Share Image
“So he explored, explored within himself, scanning himself with a lamp, as if it were not himself at all but some strange monster that… — Hermann Bahr Copy Share Image
