Man screams from the depths of his soul; the whole era becomes a single, piercing shriek. Art also screams, into the deep darkness, screams for help, screams for the spirit. This is Expressionism. - Hermann Bahr
As long as he deceived himself about the truth, he could blame fortune and have confidence in the future. Now the clouds of madness were closing round his mind. - Hermann Bahr
It comforted him because it could not be called suffering if it was a sign of Art. - Hermann Bahr