Newness hath an evanescent beauty.

You cannot feed the hungry on statistics.

Where books are burnt, men finish up being burnt too.

A blaspheming Frenchman is a spectacle more pleasing to the Lord than a praying Englishman.

The beauteous dragonfly's dancing By the waves of the rivulet glancing; She dances here and she dances there, The glimmering, glittering flutterer fair. Full many a beetle with loud applause Admires her dress of azure gauze, Admires her body's bright splendour, And also her figure so slender...

I do not know the meaning of my sadness; there is an old fairy tale that I cannot get out of my mind.

Woman is at once apple and serpent.