Wherever books are burned, human beings are destined to be burned too.

I live! Red life boils in my veins, earth yields beneath my feet, in the glow of love I embrace trees and statues, and they live in my embrace. Every woman is to me the gift of a world. I revel in the melody of her countenance, and with a single glance of my eye I can enjoy more than others with their every limb through all their lives.

In the image of the lion made He kittens small and curious.

Ask me not what I have, but what I am.

God will forgive me. It's his job." Heine said this on his deathbed (1856). Hilarious. He must have thought that up years before and counted the seconds to use it.

Talking and eloquence are not the same: to speak and to speak well are two things. A fool may talk, but a wise man speaks.

It is extremely difficult for a Jew to be converted, for how can he bring himself to believe in the divinity of - another Jew?