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

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

As soon as you tolerate something, it becomes bearable, and before long it will become common.

Everything changes but change

Dead men hear no tales; posthumous fame is an Irish bull.

...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.

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