If one has no heart, one cannot write for the masses.

Oh, what lies there are in kisses.

Where words cease, there music begins.

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

Laughter is wholesome. God is not so dull as some people make out. Did not He make the kitten to chase its tail.

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.

Those who begin by burning books will end by burning people.