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.
Heinrich HeineWith his nightcaps and the tatters of his dressing-gown he patches up the gaps in the structure of the universe.
Heinrich HeineOur sweetest hopes rise blooming. And then again are gone, They bloom and fade alternate, And so it goes rolling on. I know it, and it troubles My life, my love, my rest, My heart is wise and witty, And it bleeds within my breast.
Heinrich Heine