We should forgive our enemies, but not before they are hanged
Where they burn books, at the end they also burn people
First, I thought, almost despairing,
This must crush my spirit now;
Yet I bore it, and am bearing-
Only do not ask me how.
Where they have burned books, they will end in burning human beings.
Das war ein Vorspiel nur; dort wo man Bücher verbrennt, verbrennt man auch am Ende Menschen."
(Almansor)
And yonder sits a maiden, The fairest of the fair, With gold in her garment glittering, And she combs her golden hair.
The music at a wedding procession always reminds me of the music of soldiers going into battle.