Out of my great sorrows, I make little songs.

Photography is a witness against the mistaken opinion that art is an imitation of nature.

Write . . . write . . . pencil . . . paper.

God will forgive me. It's his job." Heine said this on his deathbed (1856). Hilarious. He must have thought that up years before and counted the seconds to use it.

If the Romans had been obliged to learn Latin, they would never have found time to conquer the world.

Where books are burnt, men finish up being burnt too.

While we are indifferent to our good qualities, we keep on deceiving ourselves in regard to our faults, until we come to look on them as virtues.