But a day must come when the fire of youth will be quenched in my veins, when winter will dwell in my heart, when his snow flakes will whiten my locks, and his mists will dim my eyes. Then my friends will lie in their lonely grave, and I alone will remain like a solitary stalk forgotten by the reaper.
Heinrich HeineEvery period of time is a sphinx that throws itself into the abyss as soon as its riddle has been solved.
Heinrich Heine