When words leave off, music begins. – 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
When words leave off, music begins. – 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