Nationalism is the love which ties me to the blockheads of my country, to the insultors of my way of life, and to the desecrators of my language.
Karl KrausNothing is more horrible than my self in the mirror of hysteria. Nothing is more vulgar than my style in the hands of another. Toimitate me is to punish me.
Karl KrausIn Berlin, things are serious but not hopeless. In Vienna, they are hopeless but not serious.
Karl Kraus