Maxioms by Heinrich Heine
When words leave off, music begins.
When words leave off, music begins.
You cannot feed the hungry on statistics.
You cannot feed the hungry on statistics.
The beauteous eyes of the spring's fair night
With comfort are downward gazing.
The beauteous eyes of the spring's fair night
With comfort are downward gazing.
The swan, like the soul of the poet,
By the dull world is ill understood.
The swan, like the soul of the poet,
By the dull world is ill understood.
God will pardon me. It is his trade.
God will pardon me. It is his trade.
