Maxioms by Heinrich Heine
The sea appears all golden
Beneath the sun-lit sky.
The sea appears all golden
Beneath the sun-lit sky.
Like a wedding-song all-melting
Sings the nightingale, the dear one.
Like a wedding-song all-melting
Sings the nightingale, the dear one.
When I lately stood with a friend before [the cathedral of]
Amiens, . . . he asked me how read more
When I lately stood with a friend before [the cathedral of]
Amiens, . . . he asked me how it happens that we can no longer
build such piles? I replied: "Dear Alphonse, men in those days
had convictions (Ueberzeugungen), we moderns have opinions
(Meinungen) and it requires something more than an opinion to
build a Gothic cathedral.
The weather-cock on the church spire, though made of iron, would soon be broken by the storm-wind if it ... read more
The weather-cock on the church spire, though made of iron, would soon be broken by the storm-wind if it ... did not understand the noble art of turning to every wind.
In these times we fight for ideas, and newspapers are our fortresses.
In these times we fight for ideas, and newspapers are our fortresses.
