God will forgive me thats his business. – 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
God will forgive me thats his business. – 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
Whenever books are burned men also in the end are burned. – Heinrich Heine
Sleep is good, death is better but of course, the best thing would to have never been born at all. – Heinrich Heine