Hugo Laurenz August Hofmann von Hofmannsthalwas an Austrian prodigy, a novelist, librettist, poet, dramatist, narrator, and essayist... (wikipedia)
Depth must be hidden. Where? On the surface.
To grow mature is to separate more distinctly, to connect more closely.
First, to be able to love, then to learn that body and spirit are one.
The most dangerous of our impulses reign in ourselves against ourselves. To dissolve them is a creative act.
Knowledge is little; to know the right context is much; to know the right spot is everything.
We have fewer friends than we imagine, but more than we know.
How we feel is how we want to be heard.
The process of which I am speaking is nothing less than a conservative revolution on such a scale as the history of Europe has never known. Its object is form, a new German reality, in which the whole nation will share.
Where is your Self to be found? Always in the deepest enchantment that you have experienced.
Singing is near miraculous because it is the mastering of what is otherwise a pure instrument of egotism: the human voice.
Reality lies in the greatest enchantment you have ever experienced.
Words performed through music can express what language alone had exhausted
Nothing becomes reality in the political life of a nation that was not present in its literature as spirit.