Swiss Author Quotes

Friedrich Dürrenmatt
Max Frisch
Anne Louise Germaine de Staël
Johanna Spyri
Johann Kaspar Lavater
Robert Walser (writer)
Erich von Däniken

She knows what she sees. She has her eyes in the right place.

Johanna Spyri
Johanna Spyri
I shall be told, I know, that Mathematics render the attention peculiarly close (appliquee); but they do not habituate to collect, to appreciate, to concentrate; the attention they require is, so to speak, in a straight line; the human mind acts in mathematics as a spring tending in one uniform direction.

Anne Louise Germaine de Staël
Anne Louise Germaine de Staël
Not until we have taken a look into the future shall we be strong and bold enough to investigate our paste honestly and impartially

Erich von Däniken
Erich von Däniken
Our researches are perilous, our discoveries are lethal. For us physicists there is nothing left but to surrender to reality.

Friedrich Dürrenmatt
Friedrich Dürrenmatt
Work is motion, but our own. We have the fatal possibility to emulate another, for example a mill-wheel.

Indeed, my wish is quite simple: if we could learn to recognise and evade the biggest errors in our thinking - in our private lives, at work or in government - we might experience a leap in prosperity. We need no extra cunning, no new ideas, no unnecessary gadgets, no frantic hyperactivity - all we need is less irrationality.

Rolf Dobelli
Rolf Dobelli
The reason writers are such fragile beings, Marcus, is that they suffer from two sorts of emotional pain, which is twice as much as a normal human being: the heartache of love and the heartache of books. Writing a book is like loving someone. It can be very painful.

Joël Dicker
Joël Dicker
There are all sorts of ways of murdering a person or at least his soul, and that's something no police in the world can spot.

Max Frisch
Max Frisch
The more uniform a man's voice, step, manner of conversation, handwriting--the more quiet, uniform, settled, his actions, his character.

Johann Kaspar Lavater
Johann Kaspar Lavater
In my sleep, which is the song of the tombs, I have just seen her again, as beautiful as in her youth.

Oh, whoever has been himself alone can never find another's loneliness strange.

Robert Walser (writer)
Robert Walser (writer)
We like to give in the sunlight, and to receive in the dark.

Life let us cherish, while yet the taper glows,
And the fresh flow'ret pluck ere it close;
Why are we fond of toil and care?
Why choose the rankling thorn to wear?

Man never has what he wants, because what he wants is everything.