Oh what lies lurk in kisses! – Heinrich Heine
Whenever books are burned men also in the end are burned. – Heinrich Heine

Oh what lies lurk in kisses! – Heinrich Heine
Whenever books are burned men also in the end are burned. – Heinrich Heine
Sleep is lovely, death is better still, not to have been born is of course the miracle. – 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