There are more fools in the world than there are people.
Christ rode on an ass, but now asses ride on Christ.
Sweet May lies fresh before us, To life the young flowers leap, And through the Heaven's blue o'er us The rosy cloudlets sweep.
Whenever books are burned, men also in the end are burned.
If the Romans had been obliged to learn Latin, they would never have found time to conquer the world.
God will forgive me. It's his job." Heine said this on his deathbed (1856). Hilarious. He must have thought that up years before and counted the seconds to use it.