A brainiac notices everything, an ignoramus comments about everything.

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.

Photography is a witness against the mistaken opinion that art is an imitation of nature.

You talk of our having an idea; we do not have an idea. The idea has us, and martyrs us, and scourges us, and drives us into the arena to fight and die for it, whether we want to or not.

Music is a strange thing. I would almost say it is a miracle.

There, where one burns books... one, in the end, burns men.

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