If you wish to strive for peace of soul and pleasure, then believe. — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
Glow-worms on the ground are moving, As if in the torch-dance circling. — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
Phychical pain is more easily borne than physical; and if I had my choice between a bad conscience and a bad tooth,… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
If thou lookest on the lime-leaf, Thou a heart's form will discover; Therefore are the lindens ever Chosen seats of each fond… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
Perfumes are the feelings of flowers, and as the human heart, imagining itself alone and unwatched, feels most deeply in the night-time,… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
Nothing is sillier than this charge of plagiarism. There is no sixth commandment in art. The poet dare help himself wherever he… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
Like a great poet, Nature produces the greatest results with the simplest means. These are simply a sun, trees, flowers, water and… — 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
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
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
