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

There is only one writer in whom I find something that reminds me of the directness of style which is found in the Bible. It is Shakespeare.

It must require an inordinate share of vanity and presumption, too, after enjoying so much that is good and beautiful on earth, to ask the Lord for immortality in addition to it all.

Everywhere that a great soul gives utterance to its thoughts, there also is a Golgotha.

I consider it a degradation and a stain on my honor to submit to baptism in order to qualify myself for state employment in Prussia.

Sleep is lovely, death is better still, not to have been born is of course the miracle.

God will forgive me. It's his job.