He who has loved and who betrays love does harm not only to the image of the past, but to the past itself.
Every possession and every happiness is but lent by chance for an uncertain time, and may therefore be demanded back the next hour.
Rejoicing in our joy, not suffering over our suffering, makes someone a friend.
It is impossible to suffer without making someone pay for it; every complaint already contains revenge.
Unhappy the land that is in need of heroes.
Home is not where you live, but where they understand you.
Everyone chases after happiness, not noticing that happiness is right at their heels.
A threatened nation can react to uncertain dangers solely through administrative channels, to the truly embarrassing situation of perhaps overreacting.
What a miserable thing life is: you’re living in clover, only the clover isn’t good enough.
In a higher phase of communist society… only then can the narrow horizon of bourgeois right be fully left behind and society inscribe on its banners: from each according to his ability, to each according to his needs.