In Germany, a certain artistic sense is fairly common, but the artist's sense is foreign there.

A pious woman's neighbor, a philanthropist's child, a liberal's servant--these three have a hard life.

Gratitude is a fickle thing, indeed. A person taking aim presses the weapon to his chest and cheek, but when he hits, he discardsit with indifference.

Prose and poetry are as different as food and drink.

To enlist the support of the people and of parliament, you only have to propose a profitable villainy.

Trying to conceal a crime is like burying a seed in the ground.

Boundless in your charity, but shrewd and cautious as a lender, you delight all those today whom you made beggars the day before.