Where they burn books, at the end they also burn people.
The music at a wedding procession always reminds me of the music of soldiers going into battle.
Nature knows no indecencies; man invents them.
Ordinarily he was insane, but he had lucid moments when he was merely stupid.
Where they have burned books, they will end in burning human beings.
God will forgive me; that's his business.
The Wedding March always reminds me of the music played when soldiers go into battle.
When words leave off, music begins.
Of course God will forgive me; that's His job.
Whenever books are burned, men also in the end are burned.
Every man, either to his terror or consolation, has some sense of religion.
Money is the god of our time, and Rothschild is his prophet.
Wild, dark times are rumbling toward us, and the prophet who wishes to write a new apocalypse will have to invent entirely new beasts, and beasts so terrible that the ancient animal symbols of St. John will seem like cooing doves and cupids in comparison.
True eloquence consists in saying all that is necessary, and nothing but what is necessary.
Phychical pain is more easily borne than physical; and if I had my choice between a bad conscience and a bad tooth, I should choose the former.
Don't send a poet to London.
It must require an inordinate share of vanity and presumption, too, after enjoying so much that is good and beautiful on earth, to ask the Lord for immortality in addition to it all.
And the dancing has begun now, And the Dancings whirl round gaily In the waltz's giddy mazes, And the ground beneath them trembles.
Poverty sits by the cradle of all our great men and rocks all of them to manhood.
I will not say that women have no character; rather, they have a new one every day.
Matrimony; the high sea for which no compass has yet been invented.
Ask me not what I have, but what I am.
I have never seen an ass who talked like a human being, but I have met many human beings who talked like asses.
Sleep is good, death is better; but of course, the best thing would to have never been born at all.
You cannot feed the hungry on statistics.
There are more fools in the world than there are people.
The stones here speak to me, and I know their mute language. Also, they seem deeply to feel what I think. So a broken column of the old Roman times, an old tower of Lombardy, a weather- beaten Gothic piece of a pillar understands me well. But I am a ruin myself, wandering among ruins.
Experience is a good school. But the fees are high.
The deepest truth blooms only from the deepest love.
If you wish to strive for peace of soul and pleasure, then believe.
I call'd the devil, and he came, And with wonder his form did I closely scan; He is not ugly, and is not lame, But really a handsome and charming man. A man in the prime of life is the devil, Obliging, a man of the world, and civil; A diplomatist too, well skill'd in debate, He talks quite glibly of church and state.
Wherever they burn books they will also, in the end, burn human beings.
In dark ages people are best guided by religion, as in a pitch-black night a blind man is the best guide; he knows the roads and paths better than a man who can see. When daylight comes, however, it is foolish to use blind, old men as guides.
This was but a prelude; where books are burnt human-beings will be burnt in the end
I care little in the existence of a heaven or hell; self respect does not allow me to guide my acts with an eye toward heavenly salvation or hellish punishment. I pursue the good in life because it is beautiful and attracts me; and shun the bad because it is ugly and repulsive. All our acts should originate from the spring of unselfish love, whether there be a continuation after death or not.
Silence is the essential condition of happiness.
If the Romans had been obliged to learn Latin, they would never have found time to conquer the world.
Whether a revolution succeeds or fails people of great hearts will always be sacrificed to it.
At noon I feel as though I could devour all the elephants of Hindostan, and then pick my teeth with the spire of Strasburg cathedral; in the evening I become so sentimental that I would fain drink up the Milky Way without reflecting how indigestible I should find the little fixed stars, and by night there is the Devil himself broke loose in my head and no mistake.
We should forgive our enemies, but not before they are hanged