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

This was but a prelude; where books are burnt human-beings will be burnt in the end

But a day must come when the fire of youth will be quenched in my veins, when winter will dwell in my heart, when his snow flakes will whiten my locks, and his mists will dim my eyes. Then my friends will lie in their lonely grave, and I alone will remain like a solitary stalk forgotten by the reaper.

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

True eloquence consists in saying all that is necessary, and nothing but what is necessary.

Music played at weddings always reminds me of the music played for soldiers before they go into battle.

Lyrical poetry is much the same an every age, as the songs of the nightingales in every spring-time.