When words leave off, music begins. – Heinrich Heine
The weather-cock on the church spire, though made of iron, would soon be broken by the storm-wind if it did not understand the noble art of turning to every wind. – Heinrich Heine
In the marvellous month of May
when all the buds were bursting,
then in my heart did
love arise.
In the marvellous month of May
when all the birds were singing,
then did I reveal to her
my yearning and longing. – Heinrich Heine
I will not say that women have no character rather, they have a new one every day. – Heinrich Heine