Stefan Zweig

There is nothing more vindictive, nothing more underhanded, than a little world that would like to be a big one.

The dressmaker doesn't have problems unless the dress has to hide rather than reveal.

Hairdressers are professional gossips; when only the hands are busy, the tongue is seldom still.

Fear is a distorting mirror in which anything can appear as a caricature of itself, stretched to terrible proportions; once inflamed, the imagination pursues the craziest and most unlikely possibilities. What is most absurd suddenly seems the most probable.

Someone who's on top of the world isn't much of an observer: happy people are poor psychologists. But someone who's troubled about something is on the alert. The perceived threat sharpens his senses - he takes in more than he usually does.

The subject of a rumor is always the last to hear it.

The soul is made of stuff so mysteriously elastic that a single event can make it big enough to contain the infinite.

As we grow old, we become aware that death is drawing near; his shadow falls across our path; the realities of life seem less crude than of yore, they touch our senses less intimately, and they lose much of their poignancy.

Pain is a coward. He flees when faced by the irresistible power of the will-to-live, which is more strongly rooted in the flesh than the intensest passion is rooted in the spirit.

Malice is always lucky.

Memory is so corrupt that you remember only what you want to; if you want to forget about something, slowly but surely you do.

To grow old means to be rid of anxieties about the past.