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People in those old times had convictions; we moderns only have opinions. And it needs more than a mere opinion to erect a Gothic cathedral.
β Heinrich Heine
poet, writer, journalist, literary critic, poet lawyer, publicist, essayist, opinion journalist, playwright, merchant, jurist, composer, librettist, theatre critic
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People in those old times had convictions; we moderns only have opinions. And it needs more than a mere opinion to erect a Gothic cathedral.
If one has no heart, one cannot write for the masses.
Wild, dark times are rumbling toward us, and the prophet who wishes to write a new apocalypse will have to invent entirely new beasts, and beasts so terrible that the ancient animal symbols of St. John will seem like cooing doves and cupids in comparison.
The future smells of Russian leather, of blood, of godlessness and of much whipping. I advise our grandchildren to come into the world with very thick skin on their backs.
No talent, but a character.
Ordinarily he is insane, but he has lucid moments when he is only stupid.
One should forgive one's enemies, but not before they are hanged.
So we keep asking, over and over,But is that an answer?
God will forgive me. It's his job.
Bien sΓ»r, il me pardonnera; c'est son mΓ©tier. [Of course he [God] will forgive me; thatβs his job.]
If the Romans had been obliged to learn Latin, they would never have found time to conquer the world.
Great genius takes shape by contact with another great genius, but less by assimilation than by friction.
My songs, they say, are poisoned. Poured poison into me.
Oh what lies there are in kisses! Sweeter still, to be ensnared.
Experience is a good school. But the fees are high.
What! Think you that my flashes show me For I can thunder quite as well.
Oaks shall be rent; the Word shall shatter β And domes and spires come crashing down.
Experience is a good school. But the fees are high.
When words leave off, music begins.
The music at a wedding procession always reminds me of the music of soldiers going into battle.
Whatever tears one may shed, in the end one always blows one's nose.
The fundamental evil of the world arose from the fact that the good Lord has not created money enough.
There are more fools in the world than there are people.
Music is a strange thing. I would almost say it is a miracle.
A pine tree standeth lonely
Hence the one-sided errorsβces erreurs d'idΓ©e fixeβwhich we cannot escape when we stand too near to one or the other party; either deceives, yet does it unaware, and we confide most willingly in those who think as we do. But if we are by chance of such indifferent nature that we, without special predilection, keep in continual intercourse with all, then we are bewildered by the perfect self-confidence of either party, and our judgement is neutralised in the most depressing manner.
Perfumes are the feelings of flowers.
God will forgive me; that's his business.
Whenever books are burned, men also in the end are burned.
Experience is a good school. But the fees are high.
Lieb Liebchen, leg βs HΓ€ndchen aufs Herze mein; -
Sleep is good, death is better; but of course, the best thing would to have never been born at all.
Sleep is good, death is better; but of course, the best thing would to have never been born at all.
God will forgive me. It's his job.
If the Romans had been obliged to learn Latin, they would never have found time to conquer the world.
Human misery is too great for men to do without faith.
Sleep is good, death is better; but of course, the best thing would to have never been born at all.
Human misery is too great for men to do without faith.
First, I thought, almost despairing,
God will forgive me. It's his job.
Of course God will forgive me; that's His job.
Where they burn books, at the end they also burn people
Out of my own great woeI make my little songs.
At first I was almost about to despair, I thought I never could bear it β but I did bear it. The question remains: how?
Every woman is the gift of a world to me.
Don't send a poet to London.
He who will establish himself on a certain height must yield according to circumstances, like the weather-cock on a church-spire, which, though it be made of iron, would soon be broken by the storm-wind if it remained obstinately immovable, and did not understand the noble art of turning to every wind. But a great man will never so far contradict his own feelings as to see, or, it may be, increase, with cold-blooded indifference, the misfortunes of his fellow country-men.
Christianity is an idea, and as such is indestructible and immortal, like every idea.
Mark this well, you proud men of action: You are nothing but the unwitting agents of the men of thought who often, in quiet self-effacement, mark out most exactly all your doings in advance.
