Where books are burnt, men finish up being burnt too.

We know only that our entire existence is forced into new paths and disrupted, that new circumstances, new joys and new sorrows await us, and that the unknown has its uncanny attractions, alluring and at the same time anguishing.

Where words cease, there music begins.

Oh, they loved dearly: their souls kissed, they kissed with their eyes, they were both but one single kiss.

Whether a revolution succeeds or fails people of great hearts will always be sacrificed to it.

Pretty women without religion are like flowers without perfume.

Religion cannot sink lower than when somehow it is raised to a state religion ... It becomes then an avowed mistress.