We should forgive our enemies, but not before they are hanged

With his night-cap and his night-shirt tatters,He botches up the loop-holes in the structure of the world.

Where they burn books, at the end they also burn people

Lieb Liebchen, leg ‘s Händchen aufs Herze mein; -Ach, hörst du, wie’s pochet im Kämmerlein,Da hauset ein Zimmermann schlimm und arg,Der zimmert mir einen Totensarg.Es hämmert und klopfet bei Tag und bei Nacht;Es hat mich schon längst um den Schlaf gebracht.Ach! sputet Euch, Meister Zimmermann,Damit ich balde schlafen kann.

Perfumes are the feelings of flowers.

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

A pine tree standeth lonelyIn the North on an upland bare;It standeth whitely shroudedWith snow, and sleepeth there.It dreameth of a Palm treeWhich far in the East alone,In the mournful silence standethOn its ridge of burning stone.

Where they have burned books, they will end in burning human beings.

The music at a wedding procession always reminds me of the music of soldiers going into battle.

And yonder sits a maiden, The fairest of the fair, With gold in her garment glittering, And she combs her golden hair.

Where words leave off, music begins.

One should forgive one's enemies, but not before they are hanged.

Iron helmets will not save/Even heroes from the grave/Good man's blood will drain away/While the wickid win the day.

If the Romans had been obliged to learn Latin, they would never have found the time to conquer the world.

Where books are burned, they will, in the end, burn people, too.

He only profits from praise who values criticism.

He always maintained that we fear something because we recognize it as fearsome through rational inferences, and that only the reason had any power; the heart had none. While I ate well and drank well, he kept demonstrating to me the advantages of reason... In striving after the positive, the poor man had argued away all life's splendour, all the sunbeams, all the faith and all the flowers, leaving nothing but the cold, positive grave.

The real madness probably is not another thing that the wisdom itself that, tired of discovering the shames of the world, has taken the intelligent resolution to become mad

I once saw many flowers blooming Upon my way, in indolence I scorned to pick them in my going And passed in proud indifference.Now, when my grave is dug, they taunt me; Now, when I'm sick to death in pain, In mocking torment still they haunt me, Those fragrant blooms of my disdain.

When words leave off music begins.

God will forgive me. That's his business.

The Romans would never have had time to conquer the world if they had been obliged to learn Latin first of all.

If you wish to strive for peace of soul and pleasure then believe.

We keep on deceiving ourselves in regard to our faults until we at last come to look upon them as virtues.

God will forgive me that is His business.

God will forgive me the foolish remarks I have made about Him just as I will forgive my opponents the foolish things they have written about me even though they are spiritually as inferior to me as I to thee O God!

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 lord!

When the heroes go off the stage the clowns come on.

Matrimony - the high sea for which no compass has yet been invented.

Music is a strange thing. I would almost say it is a miracle. For it stands halfway between thought and phenomenon between spirit and matter.

It is extremely difficult for a Jew to be converted for how can he bring himself to believe in the divinity of - another Jew?

It must require an inordinate share of vanity and presumption after enjoying so much that is good and beautiful on earth to ask the Lord for immortality in addition to it all.

God will pardon me. It's his business.

Woman is at once apple and serpent.