Reform Judaism is like mock turtle soup-turtle soup without the turtle Heinrich Heine More Quotes by Heinrich Heine More Quotes From Heinrich Heine God will pardon me. It is His trade. Heinrich Heine pardon-me last-words gods-will Every woman is the gift of a world to me. Heinrich Heine world The butterfly long loved the beautiful rose, And flirted around all day; While round him in turn with her golden caress, Soft fluttered the sun's warm ray.... I know not with whom the rose was in love, But I know that I loved them all. The butterfly, rose, and the sun's bright ray, The star and the bird's sweet call. Heinrich Heine stars beautiful sweet He is noble who both feels and acts nobly. Heinrich Heine noble feels The night comes stealing o'er me, Heinrich Heine sea clouds night All special charters of freedom must be abrogated where the universal law of freedom is to flourish. Heinrich Heine equality special law At first I was almost about to despair, I thought I never could bear it — but I did I bear it. The question remains: how? Heinrich Heine despair bears firsts The beauteous eyes of the spring's fair night With comfort are downward gazing. Heinrich Heine eye spring night The sea appears all golden. Beneath the sun-lit sky. Heinrich Heine ocean sea sky Immortality—dazzling idea! who first imagined thee! Was it some jolly burgher of Nuremburg, who with night-cap on his head, and white clay pipe in mouth, sat on some pleasant summer evening before his door, and reflected in all his comfort, that it would be right pleasant, if, with unextinguishable pipe, and endless breath, he could thus vegetate onwards for a blessed eternity? Or was it a lover, who in the arms of his loved one, thought the immortality-thought, and that because he could think and feel naught beside!—Love! Immortality! Heinrich Heine blessed summer death Life is all too wondrous sweet, and the world is so beautifully bewildered; it is the dream of an intoxicated divinity. Heinrich Heine dream sweet life I wept in my dreams. I dreamed you lay in the grave; I awoke, and the tears still poured down my cheeks. I wept in my dreams, I dreamed you had left me; I awoke and I went on weeping long and bitterly. I wept in my dreams, I dreamed you were still kind to me; I awoke, and still the flow of my tears streams on. Heinrich Heine tears dream long At Dresden on the Elbe, that handsome city, Heinrich Heine clubs cities may In the marvelous month of May when all the buds were bursting, then in my heart did love arise. In the marvelous month of May when all the birds were singing, then did I reveal to her my yearning and longing. Heinrich Heine singing heart bird The swan, like the soul of the poet, By the dull world is ill understood. Heinrich Heine heart inspiring moving The lotus flower is troubled Heinrich Heine light flower night Laughter is wholesome. God is not so dull as some people make out. Did not He make the kitten to chase its tail. Heinrich Heine laughter tails people Sweet May lies fresh before us, To life the young flowers leap, And through the Heaven's blue o'er us The rosy cloudlets sweep. Heinrich Heine flower sweet lying Everywhere that a great soul gives utterance to its thoughts, there also is a Golgotha. Heinrich Heine utterance soul giving Lo, sleep is good, better is death--in sooth The best of all were never to be born. Heinrich Heine born sleep
