Hermann Hesse Quotes
He saw merchants trading, princes hunting, mourners wailing for their dead, whores offering themselves, physicians trying to help the sick, priests determining the most suitable day for seeding, lovers loving, mothers nursing their children—and all of this was not worthy of one look from his eye, it all lied, it all stank, it all stank of lies, it all pretended to be meaningful and joyful and beautiful, and it all was just concealed putrefaction. The world tasted bitter. Life was torture.
Hermann Hesse
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I think my numbers speak for themselves.
Jack Youngblood
When your conscience says law is immoral, don't follow it.
Jack Kevorkian
I'm not a collector of clothes. I've got clothes to wear.
Iris Apfel
No, and I never, ever eat in between the meals. I control it well enough and with no pills, and I sleep seven hours a night. I go to bed. I fall asleep, and I wake up seven hours later, and this is the most important.
Karl Lagerfeld
For someone who writes fiction, in order to activate the imagination and the unconscious, it's essential to be free.
Manuel Puig
Our guiding principle was that design is neither an intellectual nor a material affair, but simply an integral part of the stuff of life, necessary for everyone in a civilized society.
Walter Gropius
It put our energies to sleep and made visionaries of us - dreamers and indolent... It is good to begin life poor; it is good to begin life rich - these are wholesome; but to begin it prospectively rich! The man who has not experienced it cannot imagine the curse of it.
Mark Twain
Send me out into another life lord because this one is growing faint I do not think it goes all the way
W. S. Merwin
We have seen this complete right wing takeover of modern liberalism, and it is an ugly spectacle to behold.
Kevin Rudd
Political correctness does not legislate tolerance; it only organizes hatred.
Jacques Barzun
Marriage is really tough because you have to deal with feelings... and lawyers.
Richard Pryor
He saw merchants trading, princes hunting, mourners wailing for their dead, whores offering themselves, physicians trying to help the sick, priests determining the most suitable day for seeding, lovers loving, mothers nursing their children—and all of this was not worthy of one look from his eye, it all lied, it all stank, it all stank of lies, it all pretended to be meaningful and joyful and beautiful, and it all was just concealed putrefaction. The world tasted bitter. Life was torture.
Hermann Hesse
