Jo Franz Quotes

The first impulse of a great number of civilized musicians... is to protest ourdeclaration that the music in Hungary belongs to the Gypsies.

Whenever we have seen a crevice in the crust of convention, we have called attention to it, because we have hoped for a force underneath, which will someday come to light.

Who is able to paint the existence of a dog as Picasso paints the existence of a cubic shape?

I mean by Society, the totality of concepts of all purely natural relations and institutions between man and man.

Buy gold and sit on it. That is the key to success.

The hope in the hearts of millions of national socialists can be fulfilled only by an authoritarian government.

Magnify the divine mystery and the holiness of mankind.

The humiliation I go through/when I think of my past/can only be described as grace./We are created by being destroyed.

We are created by being destroyed.

I am too tired, I must try to rest and sleep, otherwise I am lost in every respect. What an effort to keep alive! Erecting a monument does not require an expenditure of so much strength.

Even the merest gesture is holy if it is filled with faith.

What is written is merely the dregs of experience.

Evil is the starry sky of the Good.

Concentrate on the goodness in the other, rather than the difference.

One of the things I had a hard time getting used to when I came to California in '78 was Santa Claus in shorts.

For example, Michael Jordan earns $100million a year but continues to play basketball and remains a modest human being.

Reason and the ability to use it are two separate skills.

A person who looks different all the time frightens me. Only one animal changes its skin: the snake.

Is it true that one travels in order to know mankind? It is easier to get to know other people at home, but abroad one gets to know oneself.

No matter which word it is, when I pronounce repeatedly, it ends up sounding utterly ridiculous and meaningless to me.

Progress will always have as its recourse to exaggerate what it cannot surpass.

Human life, old and young, takes place between hope and remembrance. The young man sees all the gates to his desires open, and the old man remembers--his hopes.

Woman is the crown of all creation, but Man is the head who wears it, and even the servant is master in his house.

Bad weather has grounded the Luftwaffe and now we must stand by and watch countless thousands of the enemy getting away to England under our noses.

What if I slept a little more and forgot about all this nonsense.

When one has once accepted and absorbed Evil, it no longer demands to be believed.

The spirit becomes free only when it ceases to be a support.

The Kafka paradox: art depends on truth, but truth, being indivisable, cannot know itself: to tell the truth is to lie. thus the writer is the truth, and yet when he speakes he lies.

Nothing, you know, gives the body greater satisfaction than ordering people about, or at least believing in one's ability to do so.

There are questions we could not get past if we were not set free from them by our very nature.

The whole visible world is perhaps nothing other than a motivation of man's wish to rest for a moment an attempt to falsify the fact of knowledge, to try to turn the knowledge into the goal.

In a certain sense you deny the existence of this world. You explain life as a state of rest, a state of rest in motion.

If the book we are reading does not wake us, as with a fist hammering on our skull, why then do we read it?

At that point I asked myself: How is it that she is not amazed at herself, that she keeps her lips closed and makes no such remark?

Some deny the existence of misery by pointing to the sun; he denies the existence of the sun by pointing to misery.

One tells as few lies as possible only by telling as few lies as possible, and not by having the least possible opportunity to do so.

Our art is a way of being dazzled by truth: the light on the grotesquely grimacing retreating face is true, and nothing else.

The ulterior motives with which you absorb and assimilate Evil are not your own but those of Evil.

One morning, as Gregor Samsa was waking up from anxious dreams, he discovered that in his bed he had been changed into a monstrous bug.

A physicist shirking measurement plays, different from children only in the nature of his game and ... his toys.

Inspiration is enough to give expression to the tone in singing, especially when the song is without words.

Traditions are lovely thingsto create traditions, that is, not to live off them.

The fate of the nation and the fate of the currency are one and the same.

It is the greenback which is unstable, and not bullion.

Yes, death is strong, but look you, the strongest, Stronger is music than death.

And the night smells like snow. Walking home for a moment you almost believe you could start again. And an intense love rushes to your heart, and hope. It’s unendurable, unendurable.

The greatest reward lies in making the discovery; recognition can add little or nothing to that.

A love that dies has never lived.

Feeling and thinking are actually the blind man who carries the lame.

Since love is folly, a foolish woman is more dangerous than a wise one.