Perfumes are the feelings of flowers. - Heinrich Heine

"Where words leave off, music begins."

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

"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."

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

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