The devil take these people and their language! They take a dozen monosyllabic words in their jaws, chew them, crunch them and spit them out again, and call that speaking. Fortunately they are by nature fairly silent, and although they gaze at us open-mouthed, they spare us long conversations.

I take pride in never being rude to anyone on this earth, which contains a great number of unbearable villains who set upon you to recount their sufferings and even recite their poems.

The foolish race of mankind are swarming below in the night; they shriek and rage and quarrel - and all of them are right.

At first I was almost about to despair, I thought I never could bear it — but I did I bear it. The question remains: how?

Oh, what lies there are in kisses.

Nature, like a true poet, abhors abrupt transitions.

Reform Judaism is like mock turtle soup-turtle soup without the turtle