“The night folds her trembling hands over a weary world. Out of a pale blue rises the shining moon. My thoughts are flying to the stars like lonely swans.”

Everything is what you make of it, even yourself.

He who cannot hate the devil cannot love God.

A mother who is not everything for her children: a friend, a teacher, a confidant, a source of joy and founded pride, inducement and soothing, reconciliator, judge and forgiver, that mother obviously chose the wrong job.

If you repeat a lie often enough, people will believe it, and you will even come to believe it yourself.

Not every item of news should be published. Rather must those who control news policies endeavor to make every item of news serve a certain purpose.

If we are attacked we can only defend ourselves with guns not with butter.

As socialists, we are opponents of the Jews, because we see in the Hebrews the incarnation of capitalism, of the misuse of the nation’s goods.

To be a socialist means to let the ego serve the neighbour, to sacrifice the self for the whole. In its deepest sense socialism equals service. The individual refrains and the commonwealth demands.

The night is my best friend. It calms the storm in my soul and it lets the guiding stars rise.

Intellectual activity is a danger to the building of character.

It is the absolute right of the State to supervise the formation of public opinion.

Every age that has historical status is governed by aristocracies.

To be a socialist is to submit the I to the thou; socialism is sacrificing the individual to the whole.

The English follow the principle that when one lies, one should lie big, and stick to it. They keep up their lies, even at the risk of looking ridiculous.

If we have power, we’ll never give it up again unless we’re carried out of our offices as corpses.

Christ cannot possibly have been a Jew. I don’t have to prove that scientifically. It’s a fact.

Something most people don’t know about me is that I’m quite the loner, I would say. I don’t really ever leave my house.

All of the words in her head keep her from being lonely but they aren’t always kind.

The world seems a lonesome place when mother has passed away and only memories of her are left.

A season of loneliness and isolation is when the caterpillar gets its wings. Remember that next time you feel alone.

I think it must be lonely to be God. Nobody loves a master. No.

Let the moon teach you the art of being beautiful and lonely at the same time.

If I’m such a legend, then why am I so lonely? Let me tell you, legends are all very well if you’ve got somebody around who loves you.

Misery doesn’t love just any company it desires the kind presence only loneliness feeds but that’s not love at all. – love doesn’t eat it bleeds.