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

Heinrich Heine

Heinrich Heine

Profession: Poet
Nationality: German

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Communism possesses a language which every people can understand - its elements are hunger, envy, and death.

So long as my heart is full of love and the heads of my fellow-men are full of folly, I shall never lack something to write about.

Human misery is too great for men to do without faith.

When words leave off, music begins.

In these times we fight for ideas and newspapers are our fortress.

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

Whatever tears one may shed, in the end one always blows one's nose.

All I really want is enough to live on, a little house in the country... and a tree in the garden with seven of my enemies hanging in it.

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

The ancient, tremulous woman who was sitting behind the stove opposite the big cupboard may have sat there for a quarter of a century, and her thoughts and feelings are closely interwoven with every corner of the stove and every carving on the cupboard. And the stove and cupboard are alive, for part of a human soul has entered into them.

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

People in those old times had convictions; we moderns only have opinions. And it needs more than a mere opinion to erect a Gothic cathedral.

With his nightcaps and the tatters of his dressing-gown he patches up the gaps in the structure of the universe.

God will forgive me; that's his business.