We should forgive our enemies, but not before they are hanged
With his night-cap and his night-shirt tatters,He botches up the loop-holes in the structure of the world.
Where they burn books, at the end they also burn people
First, I thought, almost despairing,This must crush my spirit now;Yet I bore it, and am bearing-Only do not ask me how.
A pine tree standeth lonelyIn the North on an upland bare;It standeth whitely shroudedWith snow, and sleepeth there.It dreameth of a Palm treeWhich far in the East alone,In the mournful silence standethOn its ridge of burning stone.
Where they have burned books, they will end in burning human beings.
The music at a wedding procession always reminds me of the music of soldiers going into battle.
And yonder sits a maiden, The fairest of the fair, With gold in her garment glittering, And she combs her golden hair.
One should forgive one’s enemies, but not before they are hanged.
Iron helmets will not save/Even heroes from the grave/Good man’s blood will drain away/While the wickid win the day.
If the Romans had been obliged to learn Latin, they would never have found the time to conquer the world.
Where books are burned, they will, in the end, burn people, too.
The real madness probably is not another thing that the wisdom itself that, tired of discovering the shames of the world, has taken the intelligent resolution to become mad
The Romans would never have had time to conquer the world if they had been obliged to learn Latin first of all.
If you wish to strive for peace of soul and pleasure then believe.
We keep on deceiving ourselves in regard to our faults until we at last come to look upon them as virtues.
God will forgive me the foolish remarks I have made about Him just as I will forgive my opponents the foolish things they have written about me even though they are spiritually as inferior to me as I to thee O God!
I have smelt all the aromas there are in the fragrant kitchen they call Earth and what we can enjoy in this life I surely have enjoyed just like a lord!
When the heroes go off the stage the clowns come on.
Matrimony – the high sea for which no compass has yet been invented.
Music is a strange thing. I would almost say it is a miracle. For it stands halfway between thought and phenomenon between spirit and matter.
It is extremely difficult for a Jew to be converted for how can he bring himself to believe in the divinity of – another Jew?
It must require an inordinate share of vanity and presumption after enjoying so much that is good and beautiful on earth to ask the Lord for immortality in addition to it all.
Communism possesses a language which every people can understand – its elements are hunger, envy, and death.
Sleep is lovely, death is better still, not to have been born is of course the miracle.
The Wedding March always reminds me of the music played when soldiers go into battle.
Every man, either to his terror or consolation, has some sense of religion.
I will not say that women have no character; rather, they have a new one every day.
Experience is a good school. But the fees are high.
Human misery is too great for men to do without faith.
If the Romans had been obliged to learn Latin, they would never have found time to conquer the world.
Music played at weddings always reminds me of the music played for soldiers before they go into battle.