The swan, like the soul of the poet, By the dull world is ill understood.

Immortality—dazzling idea! who first imagined thee! Was it some jolly burgher of Nuremburg, who with night-cap on his head, and white clay pipe in mouth, sat on some pleasant summer evening before his door, and reflected in all his comfort, that it would be right pleasant, if, with unextinguishable pipe, and endless breath, he could thus vegetate onwards for a blessed eternity? Or was it a lover, who in the arms of his loved one, thought the immortality-thought, and that because he could think and feel naught beside!—Love! Immortality!

Where words cease, there music begins.

The Bible is the great family chronicle of the Jews.

The fundamental evil of the world arose from the fact that the good Lord has not created money enough.

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

Oh, what lies there are in kisses.