The Bible is the great family chronicle of the Jews.

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

The swan, like the soul of the poet, By the dull world is ill understood.

Our sweetest hopes rise blooming. And then again are gone, They bloom and fade alternate, And so it goes rolling on. I know it, and it troubles My life, my love, my rest, My heart is wise and witty, And it bleeds within my breast.

I consider it a degradation and a stain on my honor to submit to baptism in order to qualify myself for state employment in Prussia.

Like a great poet, Nature knows how to produce the greatest effects with the most limited means.

Sleep is good, death is better; but of course, the best thing would to have never been born at all.