Wherever they burn books they will also, in the end, burn human beings. – Heinrich Heine
The lotus flower is troubled
At the suns resplendent light;
With sunken head and sadly
She dreamily waits for the night. – Heinrich Heine
Wherever they burn books they will also, in the end, burn human beings. – Heinrich Heine
The lotus flower is troubled
At the suns resplendent light;
With sunken head and sadly
She dreamily waits for the night. – Heinrich Heine
The Wedding March always reminds me of the music played when soldiers go into battle. – Heinrich Heine
In these times we fight for ideas and newspapers are our fortress. – Heinrich Heine