Wherever Books Are Burned, Human Beings Are

The Stones Here Speak To Me, And I Know Their Mute Language. Also, They Seem Deeply To Feel What I Think. So A Broken Column Of The Old Roman Times, An Old Tower Of Lombardy, A Weather- Beaten Gothic Piece Of A Pillar Understands Me Well. But I Am A Ruin Myself, Wandering Among Ruins.

The Fundamental Evil Of The World Arose From The Fact That The Good Lord Has Not Created Money Enough.

It Is Extremely Difficult For A Jew To Be Converted, For How Can He Bring Himself To Believe In The Divinity Of - Another Jew?

He Only Profits From Praise Who Values Criticism.

Thinking Of Germany In The Night Robs Me Of My Sleep.