When words leave off, music begins. – Heinrich Heine
Whatever tears one may shed, in the end one always blows ones nose. – Heinrich Heine
When words leave off, music begins. – Heinrich Heine
Whatever tears one may shed, in the end one always blows ones nose. – Heinrich Heine
It must require an inordinate share of vanity and presumption, too, after enjoying so much that is good and beautiful on earth, to ask the Lord for immortality in addition to it all. – Heinrich Heine
The Wedding March always reminds me of the music played when soldiers go into battle. – Heinrich Heine