Whilst all the land was ringed with bristling arms And flames laid waste our world, All that was left me was a little garden And thou within it, my beloved, my comrade. — 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
