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

"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."

"Where words leave off, music begins."