Life is the greatest of blessings and death the worst of evils… all great, powerful souls love life. — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
Sleep is good, death is better; but of course, the best thing would to have never been born at all. — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
Communism possesses a language which every people can understand - its elements are hunger, envy, and death. — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
Lo, sleep is good, better is death--in sooth The best of all were never to be born. — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
I bequeath all my property to my wife on the condition that she remarry immediately. Then there will be at least one… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
Terrible as is war, it yet displays the spiritual grandeur of man daring to defy his mightiest hereditary enemy--death. — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
The propaganda of communism possesses a language which every people can understand. Its elements are simply hunger, envy, death. — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
But a day must come when the fire of youth will be quenched in my veins, when winter will dwell in my… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
“I once saw many flowers blooming Upon my way, in indolence I scorned to pick them in my going And passed in… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
Immortality—dazzling idea! who first imagined thee! Was it some jolly burgher of Nuremburg, who with night-cap on his head, and white clay… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
Sleep is lovely, death is better still, not to have been born is of course the miracle. — 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 Image
Lo, sleep is good, better is death--in sooth The best of all were never to be born. — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
Ordinarily he was insane, but he had lucid moments when he was merely stupid — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
Every age has its problem, by solving which humanity is helped forward. — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
