Woman is at once apple and serpent.
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.
Whether a revolution succeeds or fails people of great hearts will always be sacrificed to it.
Whatever tears one may shed, in the end one always blows one’s nose.
I live, which is the main point.
We should forgive our enemies, but not before they are hanged.
God will forgive me. It’s his job.
If the Romans had been obliged to learn Latin, they would never have found time to conquer the world.
This was but a prelude; where books are burnt human-beings will be burnt in the end.
Where books are burnt, men finish up being burnt too.
No author is a man of genius to his publisher.
Twelve Dancings are dancing, and taking no rest, And closely their hands together are press’d; And soon as a dance has come to a close, Another begins, and each merrily goes.
We know only that our entire existence is forced into new paths and disrupted, that new circumstances, new joys and new sorrows await us, and that the unknown has its uncanny attractions, alluring and at the same time anguishing.
There is only one writer in whom I find something that reminds me of the directness of style which is found in the Bible. It is Shakespeare.
He is noble who both feels and acts nobly.
The artist is the child in the popular fable, every one of whose tears was a pearl.
The eyes of spring, so azure, Are peeping from the ground; They are the darling violets, That I in nosegays bound.
The lotus flower is troubled At the sun’s resplendent light; With sunken head and sadly She dreamily waits for the night.
And the dancing has begun now, And the Dancings whirl round gaily In the waltz’s giddy mazes, And the ground beneath them trembles.