Ocupation: Novelist
Life: November 28, 1881 - February 22, 1942
Birthday: November 28
Death: February 22
Even from the abyss of horror in which we try to feel our way today, half-blind, our hearts distraught and shattered, I look up again and again to the ancient constellations that shone on my childhood, comforting myself with the inherited confidence that, some day, this relapse will appear only an interval in the eternal rhythm of progress onward and upward.
source: Stefan Zweig, Wes Anderson (2014). “The Society of the Crossed Keys”, p.20, Pushkin Press
topic: Heart, Onward And Upward, Childhood, Relapse, Constellations, Distraught