The foolish race of mankind are swarming below in the night; they shriek and rage and quarrel - and all of them are right.
Heinrich HeineIn the marvelous month of May when all the buds were bursting, then in my heart did love arise. In the marvelous month of May when all the birds were singing, then did I reveal to her my yearning and longing.
Heinrich HeineGod will forgive me the foolish remarks I have made about Him just as I will forgive my opponents the foolish things they have written about me, even though they are spiritually as inferior to me as I to thee, O God!
Heinrich Heine