By Friedrich Hebbel, 1813-1863, translated by Eric Bentley
Adapted from: Playwrights On Playwriting
Edited by Toby Cole, Hill and Wang, New York, 1983
A genuine drama is comparable to one of those big buildings which have almost as many rooms and corridors below ground as above ground. People in general are aware only of the latter; the master builder of the former as well.
The devil take what nowadays passes for beautiful language! This language in drama is the conunterpart of “How beautifully put!” in conversation. Chintz, chintz and more chintz! It may glitter but it gives no heat.
Form is the expression of necessity. Best definition: Content presents the task; form, the solution.
Bad playwrights with good heads give us their scheme instead of characters and their system instead of passions.
In Shakespeare we find, amid the great wealth, the most miserly economy. In general a sign of the highest genius.
Dramatic deeds are not the ones that go straight ahead like bullets.
Drama shouldn’t present new stories but new relationships.
In the drama, what we see as bad we must also see as good.
All dramatic art has to do with impropriety and incomprehension, for what is more improper and uncomprehending than passion?
By shortening a play, you can lengthen it.
In drama no character should ever utter a thought; from the thought in a play come the speeches of all the characters.
The worst plays often start out like the best ones. The battle that’s most ignominiously lost starts out with thunder and lightning just like the one that will be most gloriously won.
Let the What in drama be known and throw no shadows; but not the How.
We know that a man must die; we don’t know what fever he will die of.
The bad conscience of mankind invented tragedy.
Ideas are to drama what counterpoint is to music: nothing in themselves but the sine qua non for everything.
Every genuine comic figure must resemble the hunchback who’s in love with himself.
In modern French plays, morality is the orange in the dead pigs mouth.
You can’t have a play without ideas, any more than a living man without air. But does it follow that, because there’s earth, fire, air, and water in a man, he is nothing but a receptacle for these four elements?
Monologues: pure respirations of the soul.
To present the necessary in the form of the accidental: that is the whole secret of dramatic style.
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