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 HeineThat was only the beginning - where one burns books, one will finally also burn people.
Heinrich HeineThe men of action are, after all, only the unconscious instruments of the men of thought.
Heinrich Heine