Quotes from Heinrich Heine

Der Tod, der trennet nicht, der Tod vereinigt, Das Leben ist's, was uns gewaltsam trennt.

Where books are burned, in the end, people will eventually burn too

Besides, ghost-stories are even more blood-curdling if you are reading them on a journey, especially at night, in a town, in a house, in a room where you have never been before. How many horrific events may already have taken place on the very spot where you are lying?—that is what you cannot help wondering.

The Purpose of Life is Life itself it

Das ist schön bei den Deutschen: Keiner ist so verrückt, dass er nicht einen noch Verrückteren fände, der ihn versteht.

Yes, I know better; God created man so that he might admire the splendour of the world. Every author, be he never so great, wants his work to be praised.

Dort wo man Bücher verbrennt, verbrennt man auch am Ende Menschen.

Buch Der Lieder: Lyrisches Intermezzo: 'Es liegt der heisse Sommer' There lies the heat of summer On your cheek's lovely art: There lies the cold of winter Within your little heart. That will change, beloved, The end not as the start! Winter on your cheek then, Summer in your heart.

What Christian love cannot do is effected by a common hatred.

Of course God will forgive me; that's His job.

You talk of our having an idea; we do not have an idea. The idea has us, and martyrs us, and scourges us, and drives us into the arena to fight and die for it, whether we want to or not.

When words leave off, music begins.

God will forgive me. That's his business.

We keep on deceiving ourselves in regard to our faults, until we at last come to look upon them as virtues.

God 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!

When the heroes go off the stage, the clowns come on.

Music is a strange thing. I would almost say it is a miracle. For it stands halfway between thought and phenomenon, between spirit and matter.

God will pardon me. It's his business.

The music at a wedding procession always reminds me of the music of soldiers going into battle.

We should forgive our enemies, but not before they are hanged

The 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

Matrimony - the high sea for which no compass has yet been invented.

The men of the past had convictions, while we moderns have only opinions.

It is a common phenomenon that just the prettiest girls find it so difficult to get a man.