Quotes from Frank Wedekind

We see God and the devil making fools of each other, and we nurture in ourselves the absolutely unshakable conviction that both of them are drunk.

I didn't ask to be born, and I don't owe God anything.

Ihr üppiges, weniges, rabenschwarzes Haar trug Simba tief über die Schläfen herab und im Nacken in einen dichten Knoten geknüpft.

Any fool can have bad luck the art consists in knowing how to exploit it.

The fog is clearing; life is a matter of taste.

I didn't ask to be born, and I don't owe God anything.

Wendla: How did you come here? Melchior: I followed my thoughts.

We see God and the devil blaming each other, and cherish the unspeakable belief that both of them are drunk.

In my opinion it is unwise to judge a young man by his school record. We have too many examples of bad students becoming distinguished men, and, on the other hand, of brilliant students not being at all remarkable in life.

I was a baby when I came into the world--otherwise I might have been smart enough to become a different person.

Monuments are for the living, not for the dead.

If I ever have children I will let them grow up like the weeds in our flower garden. Nobody worries about them and they grow so high and thick-while the roses in the beds grow poorer and poorer every summer.

And, therefore, hold your head high, Herr Stiefel!——Such a crisis as this comes to all of us and will soon be surmounted. If all of us had recourse to dagger or poison in such cases, there would soon be no men left in the world.

We see God and the devil making fools of each other, and we nurture in ourselves the absolutely unshakable conviction that both of them are drunk.

Search fearlessly for every sin, for out of sin comes joy.

I do not believe in pathos. Our elders show us long faces in order to hide their stupidity.

Virtue is not a bad garment, but it requires an imposing figure.

Wer mir den Glauben an die Menschen zurückgibt, gibt mir mein Leben zurück.

I only want to warn you that even the best can do one harm when one isn't ripe enough in years to receive it properly.

Melchior. What good does that do? Moritz. What good does it have to do?——We are fit for nothing more, neither good nor evil.

To be frank with you, Melchior, I have almost the same feeling since I read your explanation.——It fell at my feet during the first vacation days. I was startled. I fastened the door and flew through the flaming lines as a frightened owl flies through a burning wood——I believe I read most of it with my eyes shut.

If our esteemed colleague, Zungenschlag, does not find our room ventilated sufficiently, I should like to suggest that our esteemed colleague, Zungenschlag, have a ventilator set into his forehead.

Ernest. Oh, I can't eat any more. Hans. Just this shining muscatelle! Ernest. My elasticity has its limit.

Half happy. We wander among Mayflowers, among the lonely paths in the woods. We hover over gatherings of people, over the scene of accidents, gardens, festivals. We cower in chimneys of dwelling places and behind the bed curtains. Give me your hand. We don't associate with each other, but we see and hear everything that is going on in the world. We know that everything is stupidity, everything that men do and contend for, and we laugh at it.