The butterfly long loved the beautiful rose, And flirted around all day; While round him in turn with her golden caress, Soft fluttered the sun's warm ray.... I know not with whom the rose was in love, But I know that I loved them all. The butterfly, rose, and the sun's bright ray, The star and the bird's sweet call.

Atheism is the last word of theism

A fool may talk, but a wise man speaks.

The men of the past had convictions, while we moderns have only opinions.

The people have no ear, either for rhythm or music, and their unnatural passion for pianoforte playing and singing is thus all the more repulsive. There is nothing on earth more terrible than English music, except English painting.

In the image of the lion made He kittens small and curious.

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