I do not murmur, even if my heart break.
There, where one burns books... one, in the end, burns men.
Those who begin by burning books will end by burning people.
Out of my own great woe I make my little songs.
I consider it a degradation and a stain on my honor to submit to baptism in order to qualify myself for state employment in Prussia.
Sleep is lovely, death is better still, not to have been born is of course the miracle.