Nature, like a true poet, abhors abrupt transitions.
There are more fools in the world than there are people.
If one has no heart, one cannot write for the masses.
No author is a man of genius to his publisher.
Jews who long have drifted from the faith of their fathers... are stirred in their inmost parts when the old, familiar Passover sounds chance to fall upon their ears.
This was but a prelude; where books are burnt human-beings will be burnt in the end