“I cannot forgive my friends for dying; I do not find these vanishing acts of theirs at all amusing.”

“And what have I to give my friends in the last resort?
An awkwardness, a shyness, and a scrap,
No thing that's truly me, a bootless waste,
A waste of myself and them, for my life is mine
And theirs presumably theirs, and cannot touch.”

“The trouble is not in dying for a friend, but in finding a friend worth dying for.”

“Do not despair, my friend. Today is theirs, but the future is ours”

“Yes, your father and Bartolo
They have fallen
And yesterday they fought and fell
But in the quest for joy and freedom
And in the struggle of this life you'll find
That there is love and sometimes more
Yes, in the struggle you will find
That you can love and be loved also

Forgive me all who are my friends
I am with you
I beg of you, do not cry”

“I do not cough for my own amusement.”

“Forgive my rudeness. I cannot abide useless people.”

“I do then with my friends as I do with my books. I would have them where I can find them, but I seldom use them.”

“The difficulty is not so great to die for a friend as to find a friend worth dying for.”

“I can only be responsible for my orders. I cannot be responsible for all the acts of Himmler.”