Poverty sits by the cradle of all our great men and rocks all of them to manhood.

Oh what lies there are in kisses! And their guile so well prepared! Sweet the snaring is; but this is Sweeter still, to be ensnared.

Where words leave off, music begins.

All our contemporary philosophers perhaps without knowing it are looking through eyeglasses that Baruch Spinoza polished. Spinoza was a philosopher who earned his livelihood by grinding lenses.

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

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

The propaganda of communism possesses a language which every people can understand. Its elements are simply hunger, envy, death.