Photography is a witness against the mistaken opinion that art is an imitation of nature. Heinrich Heine More Quotes by Heinrich Heine More Quotes From Heinrich Heine But oh! the Latin!-Madame, you can really have no idea of what a mess it is. The Romans would never have found time to conquer the world if they had been obliged first to learn Latin. Lucky dogs! they already knew in their cradles the nouns ending in im. I on the contrary had to learn it by heart, in the sweat of my brow. Heinrich Heine dog latin heart Out of my own great woe I make my little songs. Heinrich Heine woe littles song Music is a strange thing. I would almost say it is a miracle. Heinrich Heine music-is strange miracle What Christian love cannot do is effected by a common hatred. Heinrich Heine christian-love hatred christian I do not murmur, even if my heart break. Heinrich Heine break ifs heart And over the pond are sailing Two swans all white as snow; Sweet voices mysteriously wailing Pierce through me as onward they go. They sail along, and a ringing Sweet melody rises on high; And when the swans begin singing, They presently must die. Heinrich Heine swans sweet two Das war ein vorspeil nur; That was only a prelude; dort wo man Buecher verbrennt, Where one burns books, vebrennt man auch am Ende One will also burn people Menchen. Eventually. Heinrich Heine men war book Each violet peeps from its dwelling to gaze at the bright stars above. Heinrich Heine stars dwelling violet The violets prattle and titter, And gaze on the stars high above. Heinrich Heine stars violet In politics, as in life, we must above all things wish only for the attainable. Heinrich Heine politician politics wish The same fact that Boccaccio offers in support of religion might be adduced in behalf of a republic: "It exists in spite of its ministers. Heinrich Heine support hypocrisy might Freedom is a new religion, the religion of our time. Heinrich Heine our-time freedom religion The foolish race of mankind are swarming below in the night; they shriek and rage and quarrel - and all of them are right. Heinrich Heine rage race night Literary history is the great morgue where all seek the dead ones whom they love, or to whom they are related. Heinrich Heine morgues related literature The spring's already at the gate With looks my care beguiling; The country round appeareth straight A flower-garden smiling. Heinrich Heine flower spring country He that marries is like the dogs who was married to the Adriatic. He knows not what there is in that which he marries; mayhap treasures and pearls, mayhap monsters and tempests, await him. Heinrich Heine treasure dog monsters As the moon's fair image quaketh In the raging waves of ocean, Whilst she, in the vault of heaven, Moves with silent peaceful motion. Heinrich Heine ocean moon moving If thou lookest on the lime-leaf, Thou a heart's form will discover; Therefore are the lindens ever Chosen seats of each fond lover. Heinrich Heine form lovers heart The nightingale appear'd the first, And as her melody she sang, The apple into blossom burst, To life the grass and violets sprang. Heinrich Heine apples violet firsts So we keep asking, over and over,Until a handful of earthStops our mouths -But is that an answer? Heinrich Heine mouths asking answers
