Whenever books are burned, men also in the end are burned. When words leave off, music begins. Sleep is lovely, death is better still, not to have been born is of course the miracle. Like a great poet, Nature knows how to produce the greatest effects with the most limited means. Human misery is too great for men to do without faith. Ordinarily he was insane, but he had lucid moments when he was merely stupid. Experience is a good school, but the fees are high. Wherever they burn books, in the end will also burn human beings. The weather-cock on the church spire, though made of iron, would soon be broken by the storm-wind if it... did not understand the noble art of turning to every wind. He only profits from praise who values criticism. | 
