[T]he German censorship forbade or mutilated my every book, which was like sticking pins into my soul.

O God... make me a child again, even before I die; give me back the simple faith, the clear vision of the child that holds its father's hand.

I hate French poetry. What measured glitter!

The law of dislike for the unlike will always prevail. And whereas the unlike is normally situated at a safe distance, the Jews bring the unlike into the heart of every milieu, and must there defend a frontier line as large as the world.

A man likes his wife to be just clever enough to appreciate his cleverness, and just stupid enough to admire it.

...the wonderful poems interpreting with equal magic the romance of strange lands and times, or the modern soul, naked and unashamed, as if clothed in its own complexity; the humorous-tragic questionings of the universe; the delicious travel-pictures and fantasies; the lucid criticisms of art, and politics, and philosophy, informed with malicious wisdom, shimmering with poetry and wit.

Let us start a new religion with one commandment, "Enjoy thyself.