Quotes by Heinrich Heine

“I fell asleep reading a dull book and dreamed I kept on reading, so I awoke from sheer boredom.”

“If theres a book you really want to read but it hasnt been written yet, then you must write it”

“A person who publishes a book willfully appears before the populace with his pants down. If it is a good book nothing can hurt him. If it is a bad book nothing can help him.”

“Oh, what lies there are in kisses.”

“Ordinarily he was insane, but he had lucid moments when he was merely stupid.”

“Woman is at once apple and serpent”

“It is a common phenomenon that just the prettiest girls find it so difficult to get a man”

“Like a great poet, Nature knows how to produce the greatest effects with the most limited means.”

“It is extremely difficult for a Jew to be converted, for how can he bring himself to believe in the divinity of - another Jew?”

We should forgive our enemies, but not before they are hanged

With his night-cap and his night-shirt tatters,He botches up the loop-holes in the structure of the world.

Where they burn books, at the end they also burn people

Lieb Liebchen, leg ‘s Händchen aufs Herze mein; -Ach, hörst du, wie’s pochet im Kämmerlein,Da hauset ein Zimmermann schlimm und arg,Der zimmert mir einen Totensarg.Es hämmert und klopfet bei Tag und bei Nacht;Es hat mich schon längst um den Schlaf gebracht.Ach! sputet Euch, Meister Zimmermann,Damit ich balde schlafen kann.

Perfumes are the feelings of flowers.

First, I thought, almost despairing,This must crush my spirit now;Yet I bore it, and am bearing-Only do not ask me how.

A pine tree standeth lonelyIn the North on an upland bare;It standeth whitely shroudedWith snow, and sleepeth there.It dreameth of a Palm treeWhich far in the East alone,In the mournful silence standethOn its ridge of burning stone.

Where they have burned books, they will end in burning human beings.

The music at a wedding procession always reminds me of the music of soldiers going into battle.

And yonder sits a maiden, The fairest of the fair, With gold in her garment glittering, And she combs her golden hair.

Where words leave off, music begins.