Reason exercises merely the function of preserving order, is, so to say, the police in the region of art. In life it is mostly a cold arithmetician summing up our follies.

He only profits from praise who values criticism.

Whenever books are burned, men also in the end are burned.

Our souls must become expanded by the contemplation of Nature's grandeur, before we can fully comprehend the greatness of man.

Whatever tears one may shed, in the end one always blows one's nose.

In the image of the lion made He kittens small and curious.

Wherever they burn books they will also, in the end, burn human beings.