He who fights with priests may make up his mind to have his poor good name torn and befouled by the most infamous lies and the most cutting slanders.

The men of action are, after all, only the unconscious instruments of the men of thought.

Whether a revolution succeeds or fails people of great hearts will always be sacrificed to it.

Where words leave off, music begins.

The beauteous eyes of the spring's fair night With comfort are downward gazing.

But a day must come when the fire of youth will be quenched in my veins, when winter will dwell in my heart, when his snow flakes will whiten my locks, and his mists will dim my eyes. Then my friends will lie in their lonely grave, and I alone will remain like a solitary stalk forgotten by the reaper.

Out of my own great woe I make my little songs.