Lo, sleep is good, better is death--in sooth The best of all were never to be born.
The real madness probably is not another thing that the wisdom itself that, tired of discovering the shames of the world, has taken the intelligent resolution to become mad
Where books are burnt, men finish up being burnt too.
The swan, like the soul of the poet, By the dull world is ill understood.
Wherever books are burned, human beings are destined to be burned too.
Poverty sits by the cradle of all our great men and rocks all of them to manhood.