Heinrich Heine Quotes

He who fights with priests may make up his mind to have his poor good name torn and befouled by the most infamous lies and the most cutting slanders.

Ich glaube sogar, durch Leidensk a« mpfe k o« nnten dieTiere zu Menschen werden. I believe that by suffering even animals could be made human.

No talent, but yet a character. [Ger., Kein talent, doch ein Charakter.]

The real madness probably is not another thing that the wisdom itself that, tired of discovering the shames of the world, has taken the intelligent resolution to become mad

Music played at weddings always reminds me of the music played for soldiers before they go into battle.

Nature, like a true poet, abhors abrupt transitions.

In earlier religions the spirit of the time was expressed through the individual and confirmed by miracles. In modern religions the spirit is expressed through the many and confirmed by reason.

Photography is a witness against the mistaken opinion that art is an imitation of nature.

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.

If thou lookest on the lime-leaf, Thou a heart's form will discover; Therefore are the lindens ever Chosen seats of each fond lover.

What Christian love cannot do is effected by a common hatred.

Music is a strange thing. I would almost say it is a miracle.

From every Englishman emanates a kind of gas, the deadly choke-damp of boredom.

I have smelt all the aromas there are in the fragrant kitchen they call Earth; and what we can enjoy in this life, I surely have enjoyed just like a lord!

Every woman is the gift of a world to me.

Oh what lies there are in kisses! And their guile so well prepared! Sweet the snaring is; but this is Sweeter still, to be ensnared.

Since the Exodus, freedom has always spoken with a Hebrew accent.

Reform Judaism is like mock turtle soup-turtle soup without the turtle

Christianity is an idea, and as such is indestructible and immortal, like every idea.

Where books are burned in the end people will be burned too.

There, where one burns books... one, in the end, burns men.

Das war ein vorspeil nur; That was only a prelude; dort wo man Buecher verbrennt, Where one burns books, vebrennt man auch am Ende One will also burn people Menchen. Eventually.

That was only the beginning - where one burns books, one will finally also burn people.

So we keep asking, over and over,Until a handful of earthStops our mouths -But is that an answer?

God will forgive me. It's his job." Heine said this on his deathbed (1856). Hilarious. He must have thought that up years before and counted the seconds to use it.

First, I thought, almost despairing, This must crush my spirit now; Yet I bore it, and am bearing- Only do not ask me how.

The cloudlets are lazily sailing O'er the blue Atlantic sea; And mid the twilight there hovers A shadowy figure o'er me.

Lo, sleep is good, better is death--in sooth The best of all were never to be born.

Oh fair, oh sweet and holy as dew at morning tide, I gaze on thee, and yearnings, sad in my bosom hide.

I consider it a degradation and a stain on my honor to submit to baptism in order to qualify myself for state employment in Prussia.

And once again we plighted our troth, And titter'd, caress'd, kiss'd so dearly.

In vain would I seek to discover Why sad and mournful am I, My thoughts without ceasing brood over A tale of the time gone by.

Oh, what lies there are in kisses.

When'er into thine eyes I see, All pain and sorrow fly from me. [Ger., Wenn ich in deine Augen sch' So schwindet all' mein Leid und Weh.]

With his night-cap and his night-shirt tatters, He botches up the loop-holes in the structure of the world.

Where they burn books, at the end they also burn people

Where they have burned books, they will end in burning human beings.

The music at a wedding procession always reminds me of the music of soldiers going into battle.

And yonder sits a maiden, The fairest of the fair, With gold in her garment glittering, And she combs her golden hair.

One should forgive one's enemies, but not before they are hanged.

Iron helmets will not save/Even heroes from the grave/Good man's blood will drain away/While the wickid win the day.

If the Romans had been obliged to learn Latin, they would never have found the time to conquer the world.

Where books are burned, they will, in the end, burn people, too.

When words leave off music begins.

God will forgive me. That's his business.

The Romans would never have had time to conquer the world if they had been obliged to learn Latin first of all.

If you wish to strive for peace of soul and pleasure then believe.

We keep on deceiving ourselves in regard to our faults until we at last come to look upon them as virtues.

God will forgive me that is His business.

I have smelt all the aromas there are in the fragrant kitchen they call Earth and what we can enjoy in this life I surely have enjoyed just like a lord!