— Jacqueline Winspear, Maisie Dobbs
Quelle: Maisie Dobbs
Writings of July 1918, quoted in A Life of Erwin Schrödinger (1994) by Walter Moore
— Jacqueline Winspear, Maisie Dobbs
Quelle: Maisie Dobbs
— Noel Gallagher British musician 1967
(What's the Story) Morning Glory? (1995)
— Mikhail Lermontov Russian writer, poet and painter 1814 - 1841
"Death" (1830 or 1831)
— Hermann Hesse, buch Der Steppenwolf
Quelle: Steppenwolf (1927), p. 97
Kontext: You should not take old people who are already dead seriously. It does them injustice. We immortals do not like things to be taken seriously. We like joking. Seriousness, young man, is an accident of time. It consists, I don't mind telling you in confidence, in putting too high a value on time. I, too, once put too high a value on time. For that reason I wished to be a hundred years old. In eternity, however, there is no time, you see. Eternity is a mere moment, just long enough for a joke.
— Carroll Quigley American historian 1910 - 1977
Conclusion, p. 415
The Evolution of Civilizations (1961) (Second Edition 1979)
— James Baldwin, buch Going to Meet the Man
Quelle: Going to Meet the Man
— Cassandra Clare, buch City of Fallen Angels
Quelle: City of Fallen Angels
— Irwin Shaw American politician 1913 - 1984
Variante: There are too many books I haven't read, too many places I haven't seen, too many memories I haven't kept long enough
— Michael Burleigh American historian and writer 1955
Quelle: The Third Reich: A New History (2000), p. 256
— Louis Antoine de Saint-Just military and political leader 1767 - 1794
Fragment 3 (1794). [Source: Saint-Just, Fragments sur les institutions républicaines]
— Albert Einstein German-born physicist and founder of the theory of relativity 1879 - 1955
Quelle: Attributed in posthumous publications, Einstein and the Poet (1983), p. 103
— Thomas Moore Irish poet, singer and songwriter 1779 - 1852
National Airs, Oft in the Stilly Night http://www.james-joyce-music.com/song04_lyrics.html, st. 1 (1815).
— Sören Kierkegaard Danish philosopher and theologian, founder of Existentialism 1813 - 1855
Quelle: 1840s, The Concept of Anxiety (1844), p. 85
— Henri Barbusse, buch Das Feuer
Under Fire (1916), Ch. 24 - The Dawn
Kontext: There are all those things against you. Against you and your great common interests which as you dimly saw are the same thing in effect as justice, there are not only the sword-wavers, the profiteers, and the intriguers.
There is not only the prodigious opposition of interested parties — financiers, speculators great and small, armorplated in their banks and houses, who live on war and live in peace during war, with their brows stubbornly set upon a secret doctrine and their faces shut up like safes.
There are those who admire the exchange of flashing blows, who hail like women the bright colors of uniforms; those whom military music and the martial ballads poured upon the public intoxicate as with brandy; the dizzy-brained, the feeble-minded, the superstitious, the savages.
There are those who bury themselves in the past, on whose lips are the sayings only of bygone days, the traditionalists for whom an injustice has legal force because it is perpetuated, who aspire to be guided by the dead, who strive to subordinate progress and the future and all their palpitating passion to the realm of ghosts and nursery-tales.
With them are all the parsons, who seek to excite you and to lull you to sleep with the morphine of their Paradise, so that nothing may change. There are the lawyers, the economists, the historians — and how many more? — who befog you with the rigmarole of theory, who declare the inter-antagonism of nationalities at a time when the only unity possessed by each nation of to-day is in the arbitrary map-made lines of her frontiers, while she is inhabited by an artificial amalgam of races; there are the worm-eaten genealogists, who forge for the ambitious of conquest and plunder false certificates of philosophy and imaginary titles of nobility. The infirmity of human intelligence is short sight. In too many cases, the wiseacres are dunces of a sort, who lose sight of the simplicity of things, and stifle and obscure it with formulae and trivialities. It is the small things that one learns from books, not the great ones.
And even while they are saying that they do not wish for war they are doing all they can to perpetuate it. They nourish national vanity and the love of supremacy by force. "We alone," they say, each behind his shelter, "we alone are the guardians of courage and loyalty, of ability and good taste!" Out of the greatness and richness of a country they make something like a consuming disease. Out of patriotism — which can be respected as long as it remains in the domain of sentiment and art on exactly the same footing as the sense of family and local pride, all equally sacred — out of patriotism they make a Utopian and impracticable idea, unbalancing the world, a sort of cancer which drains all the living force, spreads everywhere and crushes life, a contagious cancer which culminates either in the crash of war or in the exhaustion and suffocation of armed peace.
They pervert the most admirable of moral principles. How many are the crimes of which they have made virtues merely by dowering them with the word "national"? They distort even truth itself. For the truth which is eternally the same they substitute each their national truth. So many nations, so many truths; and thus they falsify and twist the truth.
Those are your enemies. All those people whose childish and odiously ridiculous disputes you hear snarling above you — "It wasn't me that began, it was you!" — "No, it wasn't me, it was you!" — "Hit me then!" — "No, you hit me!" — those puerilities that perpetuate the world's huge wound, for the disputants are not the people truly concerned, but quite the contrary, nor do they desire to have done with it; all those people who cannot or will not make peace on earth; all those who for one reason or another cling to the ancient state of things and find or invent excuses for it — they are your enemies!
They are your enemies as much as those German soldiers are to-day who are prostrate here between you in the mud, who are only poor dupes hatefully deceived and brutalized, domestic beasts. They are your enemies, wherever they were born, however they pronounce their names, whatever the language in which they lie. Look at them, in the heaven and on the earth. Look at them, everywhere! Identify them once for all, and be mindful for ever!
— George Holmes Howison American philosopher 1834 - 1916
Quelle: The Limits of Evolution, and Other Essays, Illustrating the Metaphysical Theory of Personal Ideaalism (1905), Preface to First Edition, p.x-xi
— Janna Levin American theoretical cosmologist 1967
How the Universe Got its Spots (2002)
— Letitia Elizabeth Landon English poet and novelist 1802 - 1838
The Improvisatrice (1824)
— Lawrence Durrell, The Alexandria Quartet
The Alexandria Quartet (1957–1960), Justine (1957)