Dieu me pardonnera c'est son metier. (God will pardon me, that's his job.) Heinrich Heine More Quotes by Heinrich Heine More Quotes From Heinrich Heine In blissful dream, in silent night, There came to me, with magic might, With magic might, my own sweet love, Into my little room above. Heinrich Heine dreamsweetnight Oh, they loved dearly: their souls kissed, they kissed with their eyes, they were both but one single kiss. Heinrich Heine teenagekissingeye Every age thinks its battle the most important of all. Heinrich Heine importantagethinking God will pardon: That's His business. Heinrich Heine pardongods-willforgiveness This was but a prelude; where books are burnt human-beings will be burnt in the end Heinrich Heine preludeendsbook We know only that our entire existence is forced into new paths and disrupted, that new circumstances, new joys and new sorrows await us, and that the unknown has its uncanny attractions, alluring and at the same time anguishing. Heinrich Heine sorrowpathjoy At noon I feel as though I could devour all the elephants of Hindostan, and then pick my teeth with the spire of Strasburg cathedral; in the evening I become so sentimental that I would fain drink up the Milky Way without reflecting how indigestible I should find the little fixed stars, and by night there is the Devil himself broke loose in my head and no mistake. Heinrich Heine starsmistakenight There is no Sixth Commandment in art. The poet is entitled to lay his hands on whatever material he finds necessary for his work. Heinrich Heine poethandsart The men of action are, after all, only the unconscious instruments of the men of thought. Heinrich Heine instrumentsactionmen And the dancing has begun now, And the Dancings whirl round gaily In the waltz's giddy mazes, And the ground beneath them trembles. Heinrich Heine giddymazesdancing Thought is invisible nature. Heinrich Heine invisible Round my cradle shimmered the last moonbeams of the eighteenth century and the first morning rays of the nineteenth. Heinrich Heine raystimemorning Like a great poet, Nature produces the greatest results with the simplest means. These are simply a sun, trees, flowers, water and love. Of course, if the spectator be without the last, the whole will present but a pitiful appearance, and in that case, the sun is merely so many miles in diameter, the trees are good for fuel, the flowers are classified by stamens, and the water is simply wet. Heinrich Heine natureflowermean All I really want is enough to live on, a little house in the country... and a tree in the garden with seven of my enemies hanging in it. Heinrich Heine gardenhousecountry Religion cannot sink lower than when somehow it is raised to a state religion ... It becomes then an avowed mistress. Heinrich Heine mistressatheismstates There is only one writer in whom I find something that reminds me of the directness of style which is found in the Bible. It is Shakespeare. Heinrich Heine stylefound A lonely fir-tree is standing On a northern barren height; It sleeps, and the ice and snow-drift Cast round it a garment of white. Heinrich Heine icelonelysleep Nothing is sillier than this charge of plagiarism. There is no sixth commandment in art. The poet dare help himself wherever he lists, wherever he finds material suited to his work. He may even appropriate entire columns with their carved capitals, if the temple he thus supports be a beautiful one. Goethe understood this very well, and so did Shakespeare before him. Heinrich Heine supportbeautifulart The air grows cool and darkles, The Rhine flows calmly on; The mountain summit sparkles In the light of the setting sun. Heinrich Heine mountainlightair The swan in the pool is singing, And up and down doth he steer, And, singing gently ever, Dips under the water clear. Heinrich Heine swanssingingwater
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