God will forgive me the foolish remarks I have made about Him just as I will forgive my opponents the foolish things they have written about me, even though they are spiritually as inferior to me as I to thee, O God!

Round my cradle shimmered the last moonbeams of the eighteenth century and the first morning rays of the nineteenth.

Das war ein vorspeil nur; That was only a prelude; dort wo man Buecher verbrennt, Where one burns books, vebrennt man auch am Ende One will also burn people Menchen. Eventually.

Wherever they burn books they will also, in the end, burn human beings.

The sun's sweet ray is hovering discovered.

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

Reform Judaism is like mock turtle soup-turtle soup without the turtle