The foolish race of mankind are swarming below in the night; they shriek and rage and quarrel - and all of them are right.

Wherever they burn books they will also, in the end, burn human beings.

There is one thing on earth more terrible than English music, and that is English painting.

A pine tree standeth lonely In the North on an upland bare; It standeth whitely shrouded With snow, and sleepeth there. It dreameth of a Palm tree Which far in the East alone, In the mournful silence standeth On its ridge of burning stone.

It must require an inordinate share of vanity and presumption, too, after enjoying so much that is good and beautiful on earth, to ask the Lord for immortality in addition to it all.

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

She resembles the Venus de Milo: she is very old, has no teeth, and has white spots on her yellow skin.