Thomas Mann

“A writer is someone for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people.”

“Speech is civilization itself.”

“It is love, not reason, that is stronger than death.”

“He who loves the more is the inferior and must suffer.”

“If you are possessed by an idea, you find it expressed everywhere, you even smell it.”

“No man remains quite what he was when he recognizes himself.”

“Time cools, time clarifies; no mood can be maintained quite unaltered through the course of hours.”

“It is love, not reason, that is stronger than death.”

“Nothing is more curious and awkward than the relationship of two people who only know each other with their eyes — who meet and observe each other daily, even hourly and who keep up the impr...”

“Forbearance in the face of fate, beauty constant under torture, are not merely passive. They are a positive achievement, an explicit triumph.”

“He took in the squeaky music, the vulgar and pining melodies, because passion immobilizes good taste and seriously considers what soberly would be thought of as funny and to be resented.”

“Yes, they are carnal, both of them, love and death, and therein lies their terror and their great magic!”

“Laughter is a sunbeam of the soul.”

“Nothing is stranger or more ticklish than a relationship between people who know each other only by sight, who meet and observe each other daily - no hourly - and are nevertheless compelled...”

“No, not of course at all—it is really all hocus-pocus. The days lengthen in the winter-time, and when the longest comes, the twenty-first of June, the beginning of summer, they begin to go d...”

“And life? Life itself? Was it perhaps only an infection, a sickening of matter? Was that which one might call the original procreation of matter only a disease, a growth produced by morbid s...”

“For to be poised against fatality, to meet adverse conditions gracefully, is more than simple endurance; it is an act of aggression, a positive triumph.”

“Only he who desires is amiable and not he who is satiated.”

“Time has no divisions to mark its passage, there is never a thunder-storm or blare of trumpets to announce the beginning of a new month or year. Even when a new century begins it is only we...”

“A solitary, unused to speaking of what he sees and feels, has mental experiences which are at once more intense and less articulate than those of a gregarious man.”