It is raining bombs on the house of the Lord. I go in fear and trembling lest one of these terrible bombers gets into difficulties.

If there are one hundred thousand damned souls for one saved soul, the devil has always the advantage without having given up his son to death.

There is less harm to be suffered in being mad among madmen than in being sane all by oneself.

It has been said that love robs those who have it of their wit, and gives it to those who have none.

Only the bad man is alone.

When shall we see poets born? After a time of disasters and great misfortunes, when harrowed nations begin to breathe again. And then, shaken by the terror of such spectacles, imaginations will paint things entirely strange to those who have not witnessed them.

I like better for one to say some foolish thing upon important matters than to be silent. That becomes the subject of discussion and dispute, and the truth is discovered.