Where books are burnt, men finish up being burnt too.
My heart resembles the ocean; has storm, and ebb and flow; and many a beautiful pearl lies hid in its depths below.
Religion cannot sink lower than when somehow it is raised to a state religion ... It becomes then an avowed mistress.
The men of the past had convictions, while we moderns have only opinions.
Wherever books are burned, human beings are destined to be burned too.
He who fears to venture as far as his heart urges and his reason permits, is a coward; he who ventures further than he intended to go, is a slave.