340 Quotes by Heinrich Heine

Communism possesses a language which every people can understand its elements are hunger, envy, and death.

With the rose the butterfly's deep in love, A thousand times hovering round; But round himself, all tender like gold, The sun's sweet ray is hovering found...

Sweet May hath come to love us, / Flowers, trees, their blossoms don; / And through the blue heavens above us / The very clouds move on.

The beauteous dragonfly's dancing by the waves of the rivulet glancing. She dances here and she dances there, the glimmering, glittering fluttered fair. Full many a beetle with loud applause admires her dress of azure gauze, admires her body's bright splendor, and also her figure so slender.

Here's to matrimony, the high sea for which no compass has yet been invented.

Sweet May hath come to love us, flowers, trees, their blossoms don't and through the blue heavens above us the very clouds move on.

Whenever books are burned men also in the end are burned.