The foolish race of mankind are swarming below in the night; they shriek and rage and quarrel — and all of them are right. – Heinrich Heine
Whatever tears one may shed, in the end one always blows ones nose. – Heinrich Heine

The foolish race of mankind are swarming below in the night; they shriek and rage and quarrel — and all of them are right. – Heinrich Heine
Whatever tears one may shed, in the end one always blows ones nose. – Heinrich Heine
In these times we fight for ideas and newspapers are our fortress. – Heinrich Heine