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No talent, but yet a character. [Ger., Kein talent, doch ein Charakter.]
Heinrich Heine
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Heinrich Heine
Age: 58 †
Born: 1797
Born: December 13
Died: 1856
Died: February 17
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Christian Johann Heinrich Heine
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There, where one burns books... one, in the end, burns men.
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He only profits from praise who values criticism.
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So we keep asking, over and over,Until a handful of earthStops our mouths -But is that an answer?
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Christianity is an idea, and as such is indestructible and immortal, like every idea.
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The same fact that Boccaccio offers in support of religion might be adduced in behalf of a republic: It exists in spite of its ministers.
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There is one thing on earth more terrible than English music, and that is English painting.
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In action, the English have the advantage enjoyed by free men always entitled to free discussion: of having a ready judgment on every question. We Germans, on the other hand, are always thinking. We think so much that we never form a judgment.
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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.
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Nature, like a true poet, abhors abrupt transitions.
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Wherever books are burned, human beings are destined to be burned too.
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The negro king desired to be portrayed as white. But do not laugh at the poor African for every man is but another negro king, and would like to appear in a color different from that with which Fate has bedaubed him.
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God will pardon me. It is His trade.
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My heart resembles the ocean has storm, and ebb and flow and many a beautiful pearl lies hid in its depths below.
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Like a great poet, Nature knows how to produce the greatest effects with the most limited means.
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We should forgive our enemies, but not before they are hanged
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The air grows cool and darkles, The Rhine flows calmly on The mountain summit sparkles In the light of the setting sun.
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On the waves of the brook she dances by, The light, the lovely dragon-fly She dances here, she dances there, The shimmering, glimmering flutterer fair. And many a foolish young beetle's impressed By the blue gauze gown in which she is dressed They admire the enamel that decks her bright, And her elegant waist so slim and slight.
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