Quotes from Heinrich Heine

Communism possesses a language which every people can understand - its elements are hunger, envy, and death.

Pretty women without religion are like flowers without perfume.

The years keep coming and going, Men will arise & depart; Only one thing is immortal: The love that is in my heart.

Our souls must become expanded by the contemplation of Nature's grandeur, before we can fully comprehend the greatness of man.

Whenever books are burned, men also in the end are burned.

The men of action are, after all, only the unconscious instruments of the men of thought.

Talking and eloquence are not the same: to speak and to speak well are two things. A fool may talk, but a wise man speaks.

Where books are burnt, men finish up being burnt too.

The story of his youth was a series of bitternesses, as is the case with almost all distinguished men. Poverty sits by their cradle, and keeps watch over them till they have grown up; and this lean nurse remains their true companion through life.

Christ rode on an ass, but now asses ride on Christ.

There is no Sixth Commandment in art. The poet is entitled to lay his hands on whatever material he finds necessary for his work.

Sleep is lovely, death is better still, not to have been born is of course the miracle.

Oh, what lies there are in kisses.

Every age thinks its battle the most important of all.

The beauteous eyes of the spring's fair night With comfort are downward gazing.

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

What lies lurk in kisses.

The fundamental evil of the world arose from the fact that the good Lord has not created money enough.

Sleep is lovely, death is better still, not to have been born is of course the miracle.

The Wedding March always reminds me of the music played when soldiers go into battle.

The foolish race of mankind are swarming below in the night; they shriek and rage and quarrel -- and all of them are right.

Human misery is too great for men to do without faith.

Great genius takes shape by contact with another great genius, but, less by assimilation than by fiction.

The spring's already at the gate With looks my care beguiling; The country round appeareth straight A flower-garden smiling.