Oh, what lies there are in kisses.
But oh! the Latin!-Madame, you can really have no idea of what a mess it is. The Romans would never have found time to conquer the world if they had been obliged first to learn Latin. Lucky dogs! they already knew in their cradles the nouns ending in im. I on the contrary had to learn it by heart, in the sweat of my brow.
I have smelt all the aromas there are in the fragrant kitchen they call Earth; and what we can enjoy in this life, I surely have enjoyed just like a lord!
Reason exercises merely the function of preserving order, is, so to say, the police in the region of art. In life it is mostly a cold arithmetician summing up our follies.
She resembles the Venus de Milo: she is very old, has no teeth, and has white spots on her yellow skin.
Every woman is the gift of a world to me.
The swan in the pool is singing, And up and down doth he steer, And, singing gently ever, Dips under the water clear.
He who fights with priests may make up his mind to have his poor good name torn and befouled by the most infamous lies and the most cutting slanders.
This was but a prelude; where books are burnt human-beings will be burnt in the end
Round my cradle shimmered the last moonbeams of the eighteenth century and the first morning rays of the nineteenth.
Ich glaube sogar, durch Leidensk a« mpfe k o« nnten dieTiere zu Menschen werden. I believe that by suffering even animals could be made human.
God will forgive me. It's his job." Heine said this on his deathbed (1856). Hilarious. He must have thought that up years before and counted the seconds to use it.
With his nightcaps and the tatters of his dressing-gown he patches up the gaps in the structure of the universe.
That was only the beginning - where one burns books, one will finally also burn people.
Das war ein vorspeil nur; That was only a prelude; dort wo man Buecher verbrennt, Where one burns books, vebrennt man auch am Ende One will also burn people Menchen. Eventually.
So we keep asking, over and over,Until a handful of earthStops our mouths -But is that an answer?
No talent, but yet a character. [Ger., Kein talent, doch ein Charakter.]
There, where one burns books... one, in the end, burns men.
Lo, sleep is good, better is death--in sooth The best of all were never to be born.
And once again we plighted our troth, And titter'd, caress'd, kiss'd so dearly.
The dragon-fly is dancing, - Is on the water glancing, She flits about with nimble wing, The flickering, fluttering, restless thing. Besotted chafers all admire Her light-blue, gauze-like, neat attire; They laud her blue complexion, And think her shape perfection.
The cloudlets are lazily sailing O'er the blue Atlantic sea; And mid the twilight there hovers A shadowy figure o'er me.
The eyes of spring, so azure, Are peeping from the ground; They are the darling violets, That I in nosegays bound.
I consider it a degradation and a stain on my honor to submit to baptism in order to qualify myself for state employment in Prussia.
When'er into thine eyes I see, All pain and sorrow fly from me. [Ger., Wenn ich in deine Augen sch' So schwindet all' mein Leid und Weh.]
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