A word is not the same with one writer as it is with another. One tears it from his guts. The other pulls it out of his overcoat pocket.
I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow.
Cozy living room
Look at the sky: that is for you. Look at each person’s face as you pass on the street: those faces are for you. And the street itself, and the ground under the street, and the ball of fire underneath the ground: all these things are for you. They are as much for you as they are for other people. Remember this when you wake up in the morning and think you have nothing.
Walter Helbig: Stillleben mit Büchern und Gefässen (1926)
Apátfalvi Czene János
He would never understand the world but he would always love this music. He listened to this music, with God by his side, and knew that he had found a home.