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.

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

First, I thought, almost despairing, This must crush my spirit now; Yet I bore it, and am bearing- Only do not ask me how.

Thought precedes action as lighting does thunder.

Write . . . write . . . pencil . . . paper.

The propaganda of communism possesses a language which every people can understand. Its elements are simply hunger, envy, death.

Matrimony; the high sea for which no compass has yet been invented.