Woman is the crown of all creation, but Man is the head who wears it, and even the servant is master in his house.

No spoon has yet destroyed a mouth, but the knife of war cuts portions that are hard to swallow. Perhaps the big mouths of the privileged are able to cope with them, but they dull the teeth of the little people and ruin their stomachs.

Ideas are not thoughts; the thought respects the boundaries that the idea ignores thereby failing to realize itself.

No shortcomings of other people cause us to be more intolerant than those which are caricatures of our own.

Man will return to his origins. Goethe has finally become as squiggly as the city of his fathers.

Pity, but never love bestows kind words upon the slave.

I know how ingratitude burns, how falsehood tortures, for I have been deceived in friendship and in love; I have learned to lose and to resign myself.