You cannot feed the hungry on statistics. – Heinrich Heine
Whatever tears one may shed, in the end one always blows ones nose. – Heinrich Heine
You cannot feed the hungry on statistics. – Heinrich Heine
Whatever tears one may shed, in the end one always blows ones nose. – Heinrich Heine
Sleep is lovely, death is better still, not to have been born is of course the miracle. – Heinrich Heine
The lotus flower is troubled
At the suns resplendent light;
With sunken head and sadly
She dreamily waits for the night. – Heinrich Heine