Ordinarily he was insane, but he had lucid moments when he was merely stupid.

I care little in the existence of a heaven or hell; self respect does not allow me to guide my acts with an eye toward heavenly salvation or hellish ….

Sweet May hath come to love us, Flowers, trees, their blossoms don; And through the blue heavens above us The very clouds move on..

Like a great poet, Nature knows how to produce the greatest effects with the most limited means..

I have smelt all the aromas there are in the fragrant kitchen they call Earth; and what we can enjoy in this life, I surely have enjoyed just like a ….

No talent, but yet a character. [Ger., Kein talent, doch ein Charakter.].

No author is a man of genius to his publisher..

The eyes of spring, so azure, Are peeping from the ground; They are the darling violets, That I in nosegays bound..

But oh! the Latin!-Madame, you can really have no idea of what a mess it is. The Romans would never have found time to conquer the world if they had ….

A brainiac notices everything, an ignoramus comments about everything..

Lo, sleep is good, better is death--in sooth The best of all were never to be born..

With the rose the butterfly's deep in love, A thousand times hovering round; But round himself, all tender like gold, The sun's sweet ray is hover….

Christ rode on an ass, but now asses ride on Christ..

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

Like a great poet, Nature produces the greatest results with the simplest means. These are simply a sun, trees, flowers, water and love..

In blissful dream, in silent night, There came to me, with magic might, With magic might, my own sweet love, Into my little room above..

Phychical pain is more easily borne than physical; and if I had my choice between a bad conscience and a bad tooth, I should choose the former..

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

It is an ancient story Yet is it ever new..

Whatever tears one may shed, in the end one always blows one's nose..

I take pride in never being rude to anyone on this earth, which contains a great number of unbearable villains who set upon you to recount their suff….