Those who begin by burning books will end by burning people.

The people have no ear, either for rhythm or music, and their unnatural passion for pianoforte playing and singing is thus all the more repulsive. There is nothing on earth more terrible than English music, except English painting.

The foolish race of mankind are swarming below in the night; they shriek and rage and quarrel - and all of them are right.

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.

There is one thing on earth more terrible than English music, and that is English painting.

From every Englishman emanates a kind of gas, the deadly choke-damp of boredom.

Matrimony; the high sea for which no compass has yet been invented.