God will forgive me. Its his job. – 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 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
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