Dogs are our link to paradise. They don't know evil or jealousy or discontent.Collection: Jealousy
The novelist teaches the reader to comprehend the world as a question. There is wisdom and tolerance in that attitude. In a world built on sacrosanct certainties the novel is dead.Collection: Attitude
To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring - it was peace.Collection: Peace
Without realizing it, the individual composes his life according to the laws of beauty even in times of greatest distress.Collection: Beauty
You can understand nothing about art, particularly modern art, if you do not understand that imagination is a value in itself.Collection: Art
Mankind's true moral test, its fundamental test (which lies deeply buried from view), consists of its attitude towards those who are at its mercy: animals. And in this respect mankind has suffered a fundamental debacle, a debacle so fundamental that all others stem from it.Collection: Attitude
Happiness is the longing for repetition.Collection: Happiness
How goodness heightens beauty!Collection: Beauty
The struggle of man against power is the struggle of memory against forgetting.Collection: Power
The stupidity of people comes from having an answer for everything. The wisdom of the novel comes from having a question for everything.Collection: Wisdom
Business has only two functions - marketing and innovation.Collection: Business
There is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels for someone, for someone, pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echos.Collection: Imagination
He took over anger to intimidate subordinates, and in time anger took over him.Collection: Anger
The sound of laughter is like the vaulted dome of a temple of happiness.Collection: Happiness
A worker may be the hammer's master, but the hammer still prevails. A tool knows exactly how it is meant to be handled, while the user of the tool can only have an approximate idea.
No great movement designed to change the world can bear to be laughed at or belittled. Mockery is a rust that corrodes all it touches.
The worth of a human being lies in the ability to extend oneself, to go outside oneself, to exist in and for other people.
Metaphors are dangerous. Love begins with a metaphor. Which is to say, love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory.
There are metaphysical problems, problems of human existence, that philosophy has never known how to grasp in all their concreteness and that only the novel can seize.
Mysticism and exaggeration go together. A mystic must not fear ridicule if he is to push all the way to the limits of humility or the limits of delight.
I am incapable of speaking of myself and of my life and the states of my soul, I am discreet to an almost pathological degree, and there is nothing I can do against that.
True human goodness, in all its purity and freedom, can come to the fore only when its recipient has no power.
In order to make the novel into a polyhistorical illumination of existence, you need to master the technique of ellipsis, the art of condensation. Otherwise, you fall into the trap of endless length.
Nothing is more repugnant to me than brotherly feelings grounded in the common baseness people see in one another.
Those who consider the Devil to be a partisan of Evil and angels to be warriors for Good accept the demagogy of the angels. Things are clearly more complicated.
Broch is an inspiration to us, not only because of what he accomplished, but also because of all that he aimed at and could not attain.
People are going deaf because music is played louder and louder, but because they're going deaf, it has to be played louder still.
For a novelist, a given historic situation is an anthropologic laboratory in which he explores his basic question: What is human existence?
When I was a little boy in short pants, I dreamed about a miraculous ointment that would make me invisible. Then I became an adult, began to write, and wanted to be successful. Now I'm successful and would like to have the ointment that would make me invisible.
The light that radiates from the great novels time can never dim, for human existence is perpetually being forgotten by man and thus the novelists' discoveries, however old they may be, will never cease to astonish.