Maxioms by Heinrich Heine
Wherever they burn books they will also, in the end, burn human beings.
Wherever they burn books they will also, in the end, burn human beings.
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.
If the Romans had been obliged to learn Latin, they would never have found time to conquer the world.
If the Romans had been obliged to learn Latin, they would never have found time to conquer the world.
The spring's already at the gate
With looks my care beguiling;
The country round appeareth straight
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The spring's already at the gate
With looks my care beguiling;
The country round appeareth straight
A flower-garden smiling.
Sweet May hath come to love us,
Flowers, trees, their blossoms don;
And through the blue heavens read more
Sweet May hath come to love us,
Flowers, trees, their blossoms don;
And through the blue heavens above us
The very clouds move on.