Perhaps already I am dead, And these perhaps are phantoms vain; - These motley phantasies that pass At night through my disordered brain. Perhaps with ancient heathen shapes, Old faded gods, this brain is full; Who, for their most unholy rites, Have chosen a dead poet's skull.

Like a great poet, Nature knows how to produce the greatest effects with the most limited means.

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

The Portuguese, Dutch and English have been for a long time year after year, shipping home the treasures of India in their big vessels. We Germans have been all along been left to watch it. Germany would do likewise, but hers would be treasures of spiritual knowledge.

Silence can be defined as conversation with an Englishman

I fell asleep reading a dull book and dreamed I kept on reading, so I awoke from sheer boredom.

A blaspheming Frenchman is a spectacle more pleasing to the Lord than a praying Englishman.