The foolish race of mankind are swarming below in the night; they shriek and rage and quarrel - and all of them are right.
Heinrich HeineAll I really want is enough to live on, a little house in the country... and a tree in the garden with seven of my enemies hanging in it.
Heinrich HeineSleep is lovely, death is better still, not to have been born is of course the miracle.
Heinrich HeineThe butterfly long loved the beautiful rose, And flirted around all day; While round him in turn with her golden caress, Soft fluttered the sun's warm ray.... I know not with whom the rose was in love, But I know that I loved them all. The butterfly, rose, and the sun's bright ray, The star and the bird's sweet call.
Heinrich Heine