Oh what lies lurk in kisses! – Heinrich Heine
Whatever tears one may shed, in the end one always blows ones nose. – Heinrich Heine
Oh what lies lurk in kisses! – Heinrich Heine
Whatever tears one may shed, in the end one always blows ones nose. – Heinrich Heine
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. – Heinrich Heine