Wer Bücher verbrennt, verbrennt auch Menschen - Heinrich Heine

If the Romans had been obliged to learn Latin, they would never have found time to conquer the world.

You're lovely as a flower,
So pure and fair to see;
I look at you, and sadness
Comes stealing over me.

I am no longer a divine biped. I am no longer the freest German after Goethe, as Ruge named me in healthier days. I am no longer the great hero No. 2, who was compared with the grape-crowned Dionysius, whilst my colleague No. 1 enjoyed the title of a Grand Ducal Weimarian Jupiter. I am no longer a joyous, somewhat corpulent Hellenist, laughing cheerfully down upon the melancholy Nazarenes. I am now a poor fatally-ill Jew, an emaciated picture of woe, an unhappy man.