It is the narrow, hidden tracks that lead back to our lost homeland, what contains the solution to the last mysteries is not the ugly scar that life's rasp leaves on us, but the fine, almost invisible writing that is… — Gustav Meyrink Copy Share Image
“The soul is not a single unity; that is what it is destined to become, and that is what we call 'immortality'. Your soul is still composed of many 'selves', just as a colony of ants is composed of many single ants. You bear within you the spiritual remains of many thousand ancestors, the heads of your line. It is… — Gustav Meyrink Copy Share
“A brief rustling that broke off short, as if startled at itself, then deadly silence, that agonising, watchful hush, fraught with its own betrayal,… — Gustav Meyrink Copy Share Image
“The stale air, the incessant, inane clatter of the billiard balls, the perpetual hacking cough of a half-blind journalist opposite me, the spindle-shanked infantry… — Gustav Meyrink Copy Share Image
“the longing for wisdom itself is wisdom' - 'search for a fixed point within yourself, my child, that the world cannot reach' - regard… — Gustav Meyrink Copy Share Image
It is the narrow, hidden tracks that lead back to our lost homeland, what contains the solution to the last mysteries is not the… — Gustav Meyrink Copy Share Image
“Prague does not have its name for no reason - in truth, Prague is a threshold between the life on Earth and Heaven, a… — Gustav Meyrink Copy Share Image
I have not let myself be stultified by science, whose highest goal is to furnish a 'waiting room', which it would be best to… — Gustav Meyrink Copy Share Image
“As usual the empty-headed were loudest in proclaiming their shallow explanation that the fever raging in the hearts and minds of the survivors was… — Gustav Meyrink Copy Share Image
“Nothing essential happens through death, only through birth and that is the whole trouble - But shouldn't we be speaking of something more important… — Gustav Meyrink Copy Share Image
“All around were people such as the eternal petty bourgeois of all lands eyes with the instinctive hatred of the bandy-legged mongrel for a… — Gustav Meyrink Copy Share Image
