Geburtsdatum | Dienstag, 03. Februar 1874 |
Todesort | Neuilly-sur-Seine |
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Beschreibung | Gertrude Stein (3. Februar 1874 - 27. Juli 1946) war eine amerikanische Schriftstellerin, Dichterin, Dramatikerin und Kunstsammlerin. Geboren in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, im Stadtteil Allegheny West, und aufgewachsen in Oakland, Kalifornien, zog Stein 1903 nach Paris, wo sie für den Rest ihres Lebens lebte. Sie war Gastgeberin eines Pariser Salons, in dem sich die führenden Vertreter der literarischen und künstlerischen Moderne wie Pablo Picasso, Ernest Hemingway, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Sinclair Lewis, Ezra Pound, Sherwood Anderson und Henri Matisse trafen. |
It is funny that men who are supposed to be scientific cannot get themselves to realise the basic principle of physics, that action and reaction are equal and opposite, that when you persecute people you always rouse them to be strong and stronger.
Money is always there but the pockets change it is not in the same pockets after a change, and that is all there is to say about money.
It is very easy to love alone.
It is extraordinary that whole populations have no projects for the future, none at all. It certainly is extraordinary, but it is certainly true.
This is the lesson that history teaches: repetition.
Counting is the religion of this generation it is its hope and its salvation.
It is the soothing thing about history that it does repeat itself.
But the problem is that when I go around and speak on campuses, I still don't get young men standing up and saying, 'How can I combine career and family?'
Every adolescent has that dream every century has that dream every revolutionary has that dream, to destroy the family.
A writer should write with his eyes and a painter paint with his ears.
The thing that differentiates man from animals is money.
When they are alone they want to be with others, and when they are with others they want to be alone. After all, human beings are like that.
A real failure does not need an excuse. It is an end in itself.
Before the flowers of friendship faded friendship faded.
History takes time. History makes memory.
There is too much fathering going on just now and there is no doubt about it fathers are depressing.
What is marriage, is marriage protection or religion, is marriage renunciation or abundance, is marriage a stepping-stone or an end. What is marriage.
It is natural to indulge in the illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes to that siren until she allures us to our death.
It is extraordinary that when you are acquainted with a whole family you can forget about them.
We are always the same age inside.
