Franz Kafka

3 Jul 1883 // 3 Jun 1924


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I have never been here before: my breath comes differently, the sun is outshone by a star beside it.

The Zurau Aphorisms (17)
A cage went in search of a bird.

The Zurau Aphorisms (16)
Like a path in autumn: no sooner is it cleared than it is once again littered with fallen leaves.

The Zurau Aphorisms (15)
Differences in the view one can have of things, for instance of an apple: the view of a little boy who has to crane his neck in order even to glimpse the apple on the table, and the view of the master of the house, who takes the apple and freely hands it to the person sitting at table with him.

The Zurau Aphorisms (11/12)
A. is very puffed up, he thinks he is far advanced in goodness since, obviously as an object that is ever seductive, he feels himself exposed to ever more temptations from directions hitherto unknown to him.

The Zurau Aphorisms (9/10)
One of the most effective means of seduction that Evil has is the challenge to struggle.

The Zurau Aphorisms (7)
The decisive moment in human evolution is perpetual. That is why the revolutionary spiritual movements that declare all former things worthless are right, for nothing has yet happened.

The Zurau Aphorisms (6)
From a certain point on, there is no more turning back. That is the point that must be reached.

The Zurau Aphorisms (5)
All human errors are impatience, the premature breaking off of what is methodical, an apparent fencing in of the apparent thing.

The Zurau Aphorisms (2)
The true way is along a rope that is not spanned high in the air, but only just above the ground. It seems intended more to cause stumbling than to be walked along.

The Zurau Aphorisms (1)
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On Anger: "For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind."
On Destiny: "Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today."
Human, All Too Human
On Friendship: "A crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love."