The negro king desired to be portrayed as white. But do not laugh at the poor African; for every man is but another negro king, and would like to appear in a color different from that with which Fate has bedaubed him.

Money is the god of our time, and Rothschild is his prophet.

Sleep is lovely, death is better still, not to have been born is of course the miracle.

Music is a strange thing. I would almost say it is a miracle. For it stands halfway between thought and phenomenon, between spirit and matter.

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

High in the air rises the forest of oaks, high over the oaks soar the eagle, high over the eagle sweep the clouds, high over the clouds gleam the stars... high over the stars sweep the angels.

God has given us speech in order that we may say pleasant things to our friends, and tell bitter truths to our enemies.