When the Soul Is No Longer Barren, It Is Because the Hands Are Never Empty of Books
Marie Antoinette:Bildnis eines mittleren Charakters(written by Stefan Zweig)
To wear the crown, one must bear its weight.
Only in misfortune do you truly know who you are.
Ah, Liberty, how many crimes are committed in thy name!
She was too young to realize that all gifts of fate come with a hidden price tag.
For history weaves the inescapable web of fate with spider threads; the tiniest prime mover releases immeasurable power through its ingeniously combined mechanism.
Epilogue Gems:
She was too young to realize that all gifts of fate come with a hidden price tag.
Only in misfortune do you truly know who you are.
The tension in tragedy does not arise solely from excessive emotion in a character but always from a disharmony between a character and their fate.
Marie Antoinette’s catastrophic mistake: she wanted to win as a woman, not as a queen.
Between the destinies of these two individuals stands a collapsing world, an ominous era of Armageddon — a page of history burning brightly, whose entire truth can only gradually be deciphered from half-erased, fragmentary codes and ciphers, making this history all the more compelling.
Tranquility is a creative factor. It focuses the mind, purifies the soul, organizes inner strength, and gathers back what wild motion has scattered. Like a shaken bottle placed on the ground, heavy and light elements separate distinctly. Similarly, in the chaos of nature, silence and reflection can distill character more clearly.
When the soul is no longer barren, it is because the hands are never empty of books.
For history weaves the inescapable web of fate with spider threads; the tiniest prime mover releases immeasurable power through its ingeniously combined mechanism.
I inherited blood, name, and lily from the king, my ancestor.
Slander wildly; something will stick.
Madame Roland, on her way to the scaffold, uttered a shocking statement: “Ah, Liberty, how many crimes are committed in thy name!”