Christianity is an idea, and as such is indestructible and immortal, like every idea..

There is no Sixth Commandment in art. The poet is entitled to lay his hands on whatever material he finds necessary for his work..

The negro king desired to be portrayed as white. But do not laugh at the poor African; for every man is but another negro king, and would like to app….

Whether a revolution succeeds or fails people of great hearts will always be sacrificed to it..

He that marries is like the dogs who was married to the Adriatic. He knows not what there is in that which he marries; mayhap treasures and pearls, m….

Perfumes are the feelings of flowers, and as the human heart, imagining itself alone and unwatched, feels most deeply in the night-time, so seems it ….

Good Luck is a giddy maid, Fickle and restless as a fawn; She smooths your hair; and then the jade Kisses you quickly, and is gone..

Every age has its problem, by solving which humanity is helped forward..

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

The Portuguese, Dutch and English have been for a long time year after year, shipping home the treasures of India in their big vessels. We Germans ha….

Graves they say are warm'd by glory; Foolish words and empty story..

It is a common phenomenon that just the prettiest girls find it so difficult to get a man..

A lonely fir-tree is standing On a northern barren height; It sleeps, and the ice and snow-drift Cast round it a garment of white..

The swan, like the soul of the poet, By the dull world is ill understood..

I wept in my dreams. I dreamed you lay in the grave; I awoke, and the tears still poured down my cheeks. I wept in my dreams, I dreamed you had left ….

The years keep coming and going, Men will arise & depart; Only one thing is immortal: The love that is in my heart..

Those who begin by burning books will end by burning people..

Ask me not what I have, but what I am..

There is one thing on earth more terrible than English music, and that is English painting..

I do not know if she was virtuous, but she was ugly, and with a woman that is half the battle..

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