Berthold Auerbach

thumb|What people will say — in these words there lies the tyranny of the world, the whole destruction of our natural disposition, the oblique vision of our minds. These four words bear sway everywhere. Berthold Auerbach (28 February 1812 – 8 February 1882) was a German poet and author. He was the founder of the German "tendency novel", in which fiction is used as a means of influencing public opinion on social, political, moral, and religious questions. Quotes Auf der Höhe · On the Heights (1865) Perfect solitude is when, for a whole day, no human eye has beheld your face. Bk. 7 (Simon Adler Stern, trans.) He who possesses a firm faith, although in solitude, is not alone. Bk. 7 (Stern, trans.) A Dictionary of Quotations in Prose (1889) Quotes reported in Anna L. Ward (ed.) A Dictionary of Quotations in Prose (New York: Thomas Y. Crowell & Co, 1889) Being alone when one’s belief is firm, is not to be alone. On the Heights (F. E. Bunnett, trans.) "Belief", no. 434 Books make men alone for themselves. On the Heights (Bunnett, trans.) "Books", no. 485 Only what thou art in thyself determines thy value, not what thou hast. On the Heights (Bunnett, trans.) "Character", no. 640 It lies in our own power to attune the mind to cheerfulness. On the Heights (Bunnett, trans.) "Cheerfulness", no. 704 Why does it signify to us what they think of us after death, when our being has become only an empty sound? On the Heights (Bunnett, trans.) "Dead", no. 1068 To a father, when his child dies, the future dies; to a child, when his parents die, the past dies. On the Heights (Bunnett, trans.) "Dead", no. 1071 We make nothing: we only form and discover what is already there, but which without our assistance cannot release itself from shapeless chaos. On the Heights (Bunnett, trans.) "Development", no. 1155 Gratitude is a soil on which joy thrives. On the Heights (Bunnett, trans.) "Gratitude", no. 2182 We hear the rain fall, but not the snow. Bitter grief is loud, calm grief is silent. On the Heights (Bunnett, trans.) "Grief", no. 2292 Our second mother, habit, is also a good mother. On the Heights (Bunnett, trans.) "Habit", no. 2320 thumb|Imagination is the mightiest despot. Imagination is the mightiest despot. On the Heights (Bunnett, trans.) "Imagination", no. 2681 What is all our knowledge? We do not even know what weather it will be to-morrow. On the Heights (Bunnett, trans.) "Knowledge", no. 2935 Our life is twofold. On the Heights (Bunnett, trans.) "Life", no. 3198 The best loneliness is when no human eye has rested on our face for a whole day. On the Heights (Bunnett, trans.) "Loneliness", no. 3282 Truly, one gets easier accustomed to a silken bed, than to a sack of leaves. On the Heights (Bunnett, trans.) "Luxury", no. 3419 thumb|Nature has no moods. They belong to man alone. Nature has no moods. They belong to man alone. On the Heights (Bunnett, trans.) "Moods", no. 3635 What people will say — in these words there lies the tyranny of the world, the whole destruction of our natural disposition, the oblique vision of our minds. These four words bear sway everywhere. On the Heights (Bunnett, trans.) "Opinion", no. 3873 He who is one with himself, is everything. On the Heights (Bunnett, trans.) "Self-centration", no. 4898 A mirror is the very foundation of self-consciousness. On the Heights (Bunnett, trans.) "Self-consciousness", no. 4907 He who, to be happy, needs nothing but himself, is happy. On the Heights (Bunnett, trans.) "Self-esteem", no. 4915 thumb|The best self-forgetfulness is to look at the things of the world with attention and love; for, really, attention is fraught with love, and perhaps that which is most unselfish. The best self-forgetfulness is to look at the things of the world with attention and love; for, really, attention is fraught with love, and perhaps that which is most unselfish. On the Heights (Bunnett, trans.) "Self-forgetfulness", no. 4923 Forgetting one’s self, or knowing one’s self, around these everything turns. On the Heights (Bunnett, trans.) "Self-taught", no. 4967 It is only when one is thoroughly true that there can be purity and freedom. On the Heights (Bunnett, trans.) "Sincerity", no. 5024 Solitude has a healing consoler, friend, companion: it is work. On the Heights (Bunnett, trans.) "Solitude", no. 5123 thumb|There is a childhood of the soul. There is a childhood of the soul. On the Heights (Bunnett, trans.) "Soul", no. 5173 The vain being is the really solitary being. On the Heights (Bunnett, trans.) "Vanity", no. 5602 We consider it tedious to talk of the weather, and yet there is nothing more important. On the Heights (Bunnett, trans.) "Weather", no. 5763 It is not joy nor repose which is the aim of life. It is work, or there is no aim at all. On the Heights (Bunnett, trans.) "Work", no. 5952 Why has no religion this command before all others: Thou shalt work? On the Heights (Bunnett, trans.) "Work", no. 5953 The world is the same everywhere. On the Heights (Bunnett, trans.) "World", no. 5977 External links Category:1812 births Category:1882 deaths Category:Poets from Germany Category:Novelists from Germany Category:Short story writers from Germany Category:Biographers from Germany Category:Translators from Germany Category:Jews from Germany Category:Historical novelists