Tell me what you read and I'll tell you who you are is true enough, but I'd know you better if you told me what you reread.
To love someone is to see a miracle invisible to others.
I love Germany so dearly that I hope there will always be two of them.
Human love is often but the encounter of two weaknesses.
Men resemble great deserted palaces: the owner occupies only a few rooms and has closed-off wings where he never ventures.
Where does discipline end? Where does cruelty begin? Somewhere between these, thousands of children inhabit a voiceless hell.
