Lyrical poetry is much the same an every age, as the songs of the nightingales in every spring-time.

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

Terrible as is war, it yet displays the spiritual grandeur of man daring to defy his mightiest hereditary enemy--death.

At first I was almost about to despair, I thought I never could bear it — but I did I bear it. The question remains: how?

A brainiac notices everything, an ignoramus comments about everything.

Photography is a witness against the mistaken opinion that art is an imitation of nature.

Every woman is the gift of a world to me.