Heinrich Heine

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

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

The Blossoms and leaves in plenty
From the apple tree fall each day;
The merry breezes approach read more

The Blossoms and leaves in plenty
From the apple tree fall each day;
The merry breezes approach them,
And with them merrily play.

Mark this well, you proud men of action! you are, after all, nothing but unconscious instruments of the men of read more

Mark this well, you proud men of action! you are, after all, nothing but unconscious instruments of the men of thought.

When words leave off, music begins.

When words leave off, music begins.

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.