Romanticism is the mother of kitsch and that there are moments when the child becomes so like its mother that one cannot differentiate between them
Hermann BrochOne who hates is a man holding a magnifying-glass, and when he hates someone, he knows precisely that person's surface, from the soles of his feet all the way up to each hair on the hated head
Hermann BrochThose who live by the sea can hardly form a single thought of which the sea would not be part.
Hermann BrochThe man who is thus outside the confines of every value-combination, and has become the exclusive representative of an individual value, is metaphysically an outcast, for his autonomy presupposes the resolution and disintegration of all system into its individual elements; such a man is liberated from values and from style, and can be influenced only by the irrational.
Hermann Broch