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.

Every period of time is a sphinx that throws itself into the abyss as soon as its riddle has been solved.

Every woman is the gift of a world to me.

Music is a strange thing. I would almost say it is a miracle. For it stands halfway between thought and phenomenon, between spirit and matter.

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

There are more fools in the world than there are people.

He only profits from praise who values criticism.