Arthur Schnitzler

Martyrdom has always been a proof of the intensity never of the correctness of a belief.

The ovation roared around him. He felt nothing in particular, hardly even the embarrassment he had feared. He had to go up again__his time without Fräulein Gasteiner, and it was a little peculiar to him to hear the noise of clapping hands and the loud shouts of "Bravo". He bowed several times, turned to the door and then, just as the clapping was getting weaker, he heard a voice from slightly behind him, or to the side__e couldn't quite tell__ut the words were perfectly distinct, no matter how quietly they had been said: "Poor devil!" He wanted to look around, but he felt that that would seem absurd.

Ghosts!__hey exist, they exist! Dead things playing at being alive.

Oh, we do not understand death, we never understand it; creatures are only truly dead when everyone else has died who knew them.

Bertha divined what an enormous wrong had been wrought against the world in that the longing for pleasure is placed in woman just as in man; and that with women that longing is a sin, demanding expiation, if the yearning for pleasure is not at the same time a yearning for motherhood.