Perfumes are the feelings of flowers. - Heinrich Heine

"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"

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

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

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