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.
He only profits from praise who values criticism.
When the heroes go off the stage the clowns come on.
The Wedding March always reminds me of the music played when soldiers go into battle.
Communism possesses a language which every people can understand - its elements are hunger, envy, and death.
Music played at weddings always reminds me of the music played for soldiers before they go into battle.
Where they have burned books, they will end in burning human beings.
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...
The music at a wedding procession always reminds me of the music of soldiers going into battle.
Experience is a good school. But the fees are high.
Every man, either to his terror or consolation, has some sense of religion.
We keep on deceiving ourselves in regard to our faults until we at last come to look upon them as virtues.
I will not say that women have no character rather, they have a new one every day.
If the Romans had been obliged to learn Latin, they would never have found the time to conquer the world.
Sleep is good, death is better but of course, the best thing would to have never been born at all.
Sleep is lovely, death is better still, not to have been born is of course the miracle.