Oh, what lies there are in kisses.

Where words cease, there music begins.

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

I do not know the meaning of my sadness; there is an old fairy tale that I cannot get out of my mind.

The cloudlets are lazily sailing O'er the blue Atlantic sea; And mid the twilight there hovers A shadowy figure o'er me.

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

I fell asleep reading a dull book and dreamed I kept on reading, so I awoke from sheer boredom.