No author is a man of genius to his publisher. Heinrich Heine More Quotes by Heinrich Heine More Quotes From Heinrich Heine In dark ages people are best guided by religion, as in a pitch-black night a blind man is the best guide; he knows the roads and paths better than a man who can see. When daylight comes, however, it is foolish to use blind, old men as guides. Heinrich Heine dark men past Wherever they burn books they will also, in the end, burn human beings. Heinrich Heine reading evil book The more i get to know people, the more i like dogs. Heinrich Heine dog knows people Sleep is good, death is better; but of course, the best thing would to have never been born at all. Heinrich Heine atheism fear sleep My heart resembles the ocean; has storm, and ebb and flow; and many a beautiful pearl lies hid in its depths below. Heinrich Heine ocean beautiful lying The deepest truth blooms only from the deepest love. Heinrich Heine deepest-love truth-love truth Matrimony; the high sea for which no compass has yet been invented. Heinrich Heine marriage literature sea Silence is the essential condition of happiness. Heinrich Heine silence-is essentials silence Experience is a good school. But the fees are high. Heinrich Heine experience learning school What lies lurk in kisses. Heinrich Heine secret-love kissing lying Like a great poet, Nature produces the greatest results with the simplest means. These are simply a sun, trees, flowers, water and love. Heinrich Heine inspirational-love inspirational-life flower I bequeath all my property to my wife on the condition that she remarry immediately. Then there will be at least one man to regret my death. Heinrich Heine regret wife men I care little in the existence of a heaven or hell; self respect does not allow me to guide my acts with an eye toward heavenly salvation or hellish punishment. I pursue the good in life because it is beautiful and attracts me; and shun the bad because it is ugly and repulsive. All our acts should originate from the spring of unselfish love, whether there be a continuation after death or not. Heinrich Heine eye spring beautiful The stones here speak to me, and I know their mute language. Also, they seem deeply to feel what I think. So a broken column of the old Roman times, an old tower of Lombardy, a weather- beaten Gothic piece of a pillar understands me well. But I am a ruin myself, wandering among ruins. Heinrich Heine broken weather thinking The beauteous dragonfly's dancing By the waves of the rivulet glancing; She dances here and she dances there, The glimmering, glittering flutterer fair. Full many a beetle with loud applause Admires her dress of azure gauze, Admires her body's bright splendour, And also her figure so slender... Heinrich Heine dragonflies dancing dresses The men of the past had convictions, while we moderns have only opinions. Heinrich Heine opinion men past The arrow belongs not to the archer when it has once left the bow; the word no longer belongs to the speaker when it has once passed his lips, especially when it has been multiplied by the press. Heinrich Heine archer lips arrows The propaganda of communism possesses a language which every people can understand. Its elements are simply hunger, envy, death. Heinrich Heine envy elements people Whatever tears one may shed, in the end one always blows one's nose. Heinrich Heine tears blow may All our contemporary philosophers perhaps without knowing it are looking through eyeglasses that Baruch Spinoza polished. Spinoza was a philosopher who earned his livelihood by grinding lenses. Heinrich Heine eyeglasses lenses knowing
