Karl Kraus Quotes - Page 6

Technology is a servant who makes so much noise cleaning up in the next room that his master cannot make music.

There are people who can never forgive a beggar for their not having given him anything.

It is uplifting to lose one?s faith in a reality which looks the way it is described in a newspaper.

It is either a half-truth or a truth and a half.

Many women would like to dream with men without sleeping with them. Someone should point out to them that this is utterly impossible.

The triumph of morality: A thief who has broken into a bedroom claims his sense of shame had been outraged, and by threatening theoccupants with exposure of an immoral act he blackmails them into not bringing charges for burglary.

Art is something that is so perfectly clear that no one comprehends it.

You'd be surprised how hard it can often be to translate an action into an idea.

I have drawn from the well of language many a thought which I do not have and which I could not put into words.

Who is going to cast out an error to which he has given birth and replace it with an adopted truth?

The world has become uglier since it began to look into a mirror every day; so let us settle for the mirror image and do without an inspection of the original.

My respect for the inconsiderable is assuming gigantic dimensions.

The mission of the press is to spread culture while destroying the attention span.

A historian is often only a journalist facing backwards.

Feminine passion is to masculine as an epic is to an epigram.

Ask your neighbor only about things you know better yourself. Then his advice could prove valuable.

The immorality of men triumphs over the amorality of women.

Psychoanalysis is the mental illness it purports to cure

This is something that I cannot get over -- that a whole line could be written by half a man, that a work could be built on the quicksand of a character.

One cleans someone else's threshold of consciousness only if one's own home is dirty.

Satires which the censor can understand are justly forbidden

To have no ideas and being able to express them is the essence of journalism.

The tyranny of necessity grants its slaves three kinds of freedom: opinion free from intellect, entertainment free from art, and orgies free from love.

If the reporter has killed our imagination with his truth, he threatens our life with his lies.

To me it's still a greater miracle when a fly flies than when a human being undertakes to do so.