Wild, dark times are rumbling toward us, and the prophet who wishes to write a new apocalypse will have to invent entirely new beasts, and beasts so terrible that the ancient animal symbols of St. John will seem like cooing doves and cupids in comparison.
HEINRICH HEINE, "Lutetia; or, Paris," Augsberg Gazette, 1842
Music played at weddings always reminds me of the music played for soldiers before they go into battle.
HEINRICH HEINE, Book of Songs
The spring's already at the gate
With looks my care beguiling;
The country round appeareth straight
A flower-garden smiling.
HEINRICH HEINE, "Catherine", Book of Songs
Literary history is the great morgue where all seek the dead ones whom they love, or to whom they are related.
HEINRICH HEINE, Scintillations from the Prose Works of Heinrich Heine