I wept in my dreams. I dreamed you lay in the grave; I awoke, and the tears still poured down my cheeks. I wept in my dreams, I dreamed you had left me; I awoke and I went on weeping long and bitterly. I wept in my dreams, I dreamed you were still kind to me; I awoke, and still the flow of my tears streams on.
Heinrich HeineThe real madness probably is not another thing that the wisdom itself that, tired of discovering the shames of the world, has taken the intelligent resolution to become mad
Heinrich HeineThe men of action are, after all, only the unconscious instruments of the men of thought.
Heinrich HeineEverywhere that a great soul gives utterance to its thoughts, there also is a Golgotha.
Heinrich Heine