I have smelt all the aromas there are in the fragrant kitchen they call Earth; and what we can enjoy in this life, I surely have enjoyed just like a lord!

You talk of our having an idea; we do not have an idea. The idea has us, and martyrs us, and scourges us, and drives us into the arena to fight and die for it, whether we want to or not.

The years keep coming and going, Men will arise & depart; Only one thing is immortal: The love that is in my heart.

Sleep is good, death is better; but of course, the best thing would to have never been born at all.

Where books are burnt, men finish up being burnt too.

I have never seen an ass who talked like a human being, but I have met many human beings who talked like asses.

We should forgive our enemies, but not before they are hanged