Death is the ugly fact which Nature has to hide, and she hides it well.
God must have been on leave during the Holocaust.
The world is not so much in need of new thoughts as that when thought grows old and worn with usage it should, like current coin, be called in, and, from the mint of genius, reissued fresh and new.
What connects two thousand years of genocide? Too much power in too few hands.
The sea complains upon a thousand shores.
How deeply seated in the human heart is the liking for gardens and gardening.
Violence is like a weed – it does not die even in the greatest drought.
When history looks back, I want people to know that the Nazis could not kill millions of people with impunity.
If you do your fair day’s work, you are certain to get your fair day’s wage – in praise or pudding, whichever happens to suit your taste.
If you wish to preserve your secret, wrap it up in frankness.