This was but a prelude; where books are burnt human-beings will be burnt in the end

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.

The negro king desired to be portrayed as white. But do not laugh at the poor African; for every man is but another negro king, and would like to appear in a color different from that with which Fate has bedaubed him.

Laughter is wholesome. God is not so dull as some people make out. Did not He make the kitten to chase its tail.

I have never seen an ass who talked like a human being, but I have met many human beings who talked like asses.

Music played at weddings always reminds me of the music played for soldiers before they go into battle.

Oh what lies there are in kisses! And their guile so well prepared! Sweet the snaring is; but this is Sweeter still, to be ensnared.