The swan, like the soul of the poet, By the dull world is ill understood. — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
The fundamental evil of the world arose from the fact that the good Lord has not created money enough. — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
Life is all too wondrous sweet, and the world is so beautifully bewildered; it is the dream of an intoxicated divinity... — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
“If the Romans had been obliged to learn Latin, they would never have found the time to conquer the world.” — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
You should only attempt to borrow from those who have but few of this world's goods, as their chests are not of… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
The real madness probably is not another thing that the wisdom itself that, tired of discovering the shames of the world, has… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
But oh! the Latin!-Madame, you can really have no idea of what a mess it is. The Romans would never have found… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
I call'd the devil, and he came, And with wonder his form did I closely scan; He is not ugly, and is… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
I live! Red life boils in my veins, earth yields beneath my feet, in the glow of love I embrace trees and… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
Great genius takes shape by contact with another great genius, but, less by assimilation than by friction. — Heinrich Heine Copy Share
Lo, sleep is good, better is death--in sooth The best of all were never to be born. — Heinrich Heine Copy Share
Ordinarily he was insane, but he had lucid moments when he was merely stupid — Heinrich Heine Copy Share
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… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share
I am no longer a divine biped. I am no longer the freest German after Goethe, as Ruge named me in healthier days. I… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share
First, I thought, almost despairing, This must crush my spirit now; Yet I bore it, and am bearing- Only do not ask me how. — Heinrich Heine Copy Share
Nothing is more futile than theorizing about music. No doubt there are laws, mathematically strict laws, but these laws are not music; they are… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share
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 Copy Share
“Still is the night, it quiets the streets down, In that window my love would appear; She's long since gone away from this town,… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share
The dragon-fly is dancing,— Is on the water glancing, She flits about with nimble wing, The flickering, fluttering, restless thing. Besotted chafers all admire… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share
There is one thing on earth more terrible than English music, and that is English painting. — Heinrich Heine Copy Share
