A brainiac notices everything, an ignoramus comments about everything. — 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
The people have no ear, either for rhythm or music, and their unnatural passion for pianoforte playing and singing is thus all… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
Whether a revolution succeeds or fails people of great hearts will always be sacrificed to it. — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
That was only the beginning - where one burns books, one will finally also burn people. — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
Das war ein vorspeil nur; That was only a prelude; dort wo man Buecher verbrennt, Where one burns books, vebrennt man auch… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
Laughter is wholesome. God is not so dull as some people make out. Did not He make the kitten to chase its… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
The devil take these people and their language! They take a dozen monosyllabic words in their jaws, chew them, crunch them and… — 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
In dark ages people are best guided by religion, as in a pitch-black night a blind man is the best guide; he… — 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
