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
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