Since the Exodus, freedom has always spoken with a Hebrew accent.

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

Reason exercises merely the function of preserving order, is, so to say, the police in the region of art. In life it is mostly a cold arithmetician summing up our follies.

Christianity is an idea, and as such is indestructible and immortal, like every idea.

I bequeath all my property to my wife on the condition that she remarry immediately. Then there will be at least one man to regret my death.

The devil take these people and their language! They take a dozen monosyllabic words in their jaws, chew them, crunch them and spit them out again, and call that speaking. Fortunately they are by nature fairly silent, and although they gaze at us open-mouthed, they spare us long conversations.

Music is a strange thing. I would almost say it is a miracle.