And yonder sits a maiden, The fairest of the fair, With gold in her garment glittering, And she combs her golden hair.
With his night-cap and his night-shirt tatters,He botches up the loop-holes in the structure of the world.
Where books are burned, they will, in the end, burn people, too.
Where they burn books, at the end they also burn people
When words leave off, music begins.
When the heroes go off the stage the clowns come on.
He only profits from praise who values criticism.
Experience is a good school. But the fees are high.
Communism possesses a language which every people can understand - its elements are hunger, envy, and death.
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.
God will forgive me. It's his job.
The music at a wedding procession always reminds me of the music of soldiers going into battle.
Where they have burned books, they will end in burning human beings.
Music played at weddings always reminds me of the music played for soldiers before they go into battle.
I once saw many flowers blooming Upon my way, in indolence I scorned to pick them in my going And passed in proud indifference.Now, when my grave is dug, they taunt me; Now, when I'm sick to death in...
Human misery is too great for men to do without faith.
You cannot feed the hungry on statistics.
Sleep is good, death is better but of course, the best thing would to have never been born at all.
We keep on deceiving ourselves in regard to our faults until we at last come to look upon them as virtues.