Quotes By The Adolescent

“Some sleepers have intelligent faces even in sleep, while other faces, even intelligent ones, become very stupid in sleep and therefore ridiculous. I don't know what makes that happen; I only want to say that a laughing man, like a sleeping one, most often knows nothing about his face. A great many people don't know how to laugh at all. However, there's nothing to know here: it's a gift, and it can't be fabricated. It can only be fabricated by re-educating oneself, developing oneself for the better, and overcoming the bad instincts of one's character; then the laughter of such a person might quite possibly change for the better. A man can give himself away completely by his laughter, so that you suddenly learn all of his innermost secrets. Even indisputably intelligent laughter is sometimes repulsive. Laughter calls first of all for sincerity, and where does one find sincerity? Laughter calls for lack of spite, but people most often laugh spitefully. Sincere and unspiteful laughter is mirth. A man's mirth is a feature that gives away the whole man, from head to foot. Someone's character won't be cracked for a long time, then the man bursts out laughing somehow quite sincerely, and his whole character suddenly opens up as if on the flat of your hand. Only a man of the loftiest and happiest development knows how to be mirthful infectiously, that is, irresistibly and goodheartedly. I'm not speaking of his mental development, but of his character, of the whole man. And so, if you want to discern a man and know his soul, you must look, not at how he keeps silent, or how he speaks, or how he weeps, or even how he is stirred by the noblest ideas, but you had better look at him when he laughs. If a man has a good laugh, it means he's a good man. Note at the same time all the nuances: for instance, a man's laughter must in no case seem stupid to you, however merry and simplehearted it may be. The moment you notice the slightest trace of stupidity in someone's laughter, it undoubtedly means that the man is of limited intelligence, though he may do nothing but pour out ideas. Or if his laughter isn't stupid, but the man himself, when he laughs, for some reason suddenly seems ridiculous to you, even just slightly—know, then, that the man has no real sense of dignity, not fully in any case. Or finally, if his laughter is infectious, but for some reason still seems banal to you, know, then, that the man's nature is on the banal side as well, and all the noble and lofty that you noticed in him before is either deliberately affected or unconsciously borrowed, and later on the man is certain to change for the worse, to take up what's 'useful' and throw his noble ideas away without regret, as the errors and infatuations of youth.”

“You have to be all too basely in love with yourself to write about yourself without shame.”

“رب أديب يسلخ من عمره ثلاثين عاما في الكتابة، ثم هو يجهل آخر الأمر لماذا كتب طوال هذه السنين.”

“I never found anything in the company of people, however I tried, and I did try; at least all my peers, all my comrades to a man, proved to be inferior to me in thinking; I don't remember a single exception.”

“I don't know whether the spider perhaps does not hate the fly he has marked and is snaring. Dear little fly! It seems to me that the victim is loved, or at least may be loved. Here I love my enemy. I am delighted, for instance, that she is so beautiful. I am delighted, madam, that you are so haughty and majestic. If you were meeker it would not be so delightful. You have spat on me -- and I am triumphant. If you were literally to spit in my face I should really not be angry because you -- are my victim; mine and not his. How fascinating was that idea! Yes, the secret consciousness of power is more insupportably delightful than open domination. If I were a millionaire I believe I should take pleasure in going about in the oldest clothes and being taken for a destitute man, almost a beggar, being jostled and despised. The consciousness of the truth would be enough for me.”

“Yes, I'm glum, I'm continually closed. I often want to leave society. I may also do good to people, but often I don't see the slightest reason for doing good to them. And people are not at all so beautiful that they should be cared for so much. Why don’t they come forward directly and openly, and why is it so necessary that I should go and foist myself on them? That’s what I asked myself.”

“Căci o astfel de dragoste pătimașă, sălbatică, e ca o criză de nebunie, ca un È™treang în jurul gâtului, ca o boală, dar de îndată ce e satisfăcută, vălul de pe ochii omului se destramă È™i în sufletul lui se naÈ™te sentimentul opus: ură È™i scârbă, dorinÈ›a de a distruge, de a călca în picioare idolul de până atunci.”

“إن الأفكار المسطحة السريعة يفهمها الناس بسرعة خارقة، ولا سيما الجمهور، الشارع. وأكثر من ذلك أنها تعد أعظم الأفكار وأكثرها عبقرية، ولكنها لا تعد كذلك إلا في يوم ظهورها. فما هو رخيص الثمن لا يدوم طويلا

إن الفهم السريع دليل على ابتذال الشيء الذي يجب فهمه”

“It is curious that this man who, even in my childhood, made such an impression upon me, who had such a crucial influence on the whole bent of my mind, and who perhaps has even cast his shadow over the whole of my future, still remains, even now, a complete enigma to me in many respects.”

“I passed by your lodging just now, and thought: 'I'll go in to him; he is kinder than any of them, and he was there at the time.' Forgive a poor creature who's no use to anyone; i'll go away directly; I'm going....”

“Not everything can be told in words, certain things it's better never to tell.”

“لقد عرفت واحدا من هؤلاء الذين لا يكفون عن العمل، ولم يكن من أبناء الشعب على كل حال، وكان رجلا مثقفا يقدر على فهم الظواهر العامة. إنه كان يحلم بالفراغ الكامل والبطالة التامة كل يوم تقريبا، ويجد في هذا الحلم لذة عظيمة ومتعة كبيرة. حتى لقد كان يمضي بهذا المثل الأعلى إلى تخوم المطلق إن صح التعبير، إلى الاستقلال الذي لا حدود له، إلى الحرية المستمرة في الانقياد للحلم والتأمل خاليا من كل عمل

وقد لازمه هذا إلى اليوم الذي تحطم فيه تحطما من العمل، حتى صار يستحيل "تصليحه"ØŒ ومات في المستشفى. فاستخلصتُ من ذلك أن فكرة مباهج العمل إنما اخترعها أناس عاطلون عن العمل، أناس فضلاء طبعا”

“I speak as a judge and I know that I was guilty. Even in the whirl in which I was caught up, and though I was alone without a guide or counsellor, I was, I swear, conscious of my downfall, and so there's no excuse for me. And yet, for those two months I was almost happy -- why, almost? I was quite happy! And so happy -- would it be believed -- that the consciousness of my degradation, of which I had glimpses at moments (frequent moments!) and which made me shudder in my inmost soul, only intoxicated me more. "What do I care if I'm fallen! And i won't fall, I'll get out of it! I have a lucky star!" I was crossing a precipice on a thin plank without a rail, and I was pleased at my position, and even peeped into the abyss. It was risky and it was delightful. And "my idea"? My "idea" later, the idea would wait. Everything that happened was simply "a temporary deviation." "Why not enjoy oneself?" That's what was amiss with my idea. I repeat, it admitted of all sorts of deviations; if it had not been so firm and fundamental I might have been afraid of deviating.”

“To love one's neighbor and not to despise him is impossible.”

“ÃŽn epoca noastră sunt în floare mediocritatea È™i nepăsarea, cultul inculturii, lenea, incapacitatea È™i pretenÈ›ia de a primi totul de-a gata. Nimeni nu-È™i mai pune probleme, rar întâlneÈ™ti un om frământat de o idee.”

“قالت لي امرأة ذكية في يوم من الأيام: ليس من حقي أن أحكم
علي الآخرين "لأنني لا أجيد الألم", ومن أجل أن ينصب المرء نفسه
حاكماً وقاضياً, يجب عليه أن يكتسب حق الحكم بما يقاسي من الألم.”