A blaspheming Frenchman is a spectacle more pleasing to the Lord than a praying Englishman.

She resembles the Venus de Milo: she is very old, has no teeth, and has white spots on her yellow skin.

There, where one burns books... one, in the end, burns men.

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.

Where words leave off, music begins.

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.

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.