Occupation: Poet Birth: December 13, 1797 Death: February 17, 1856
Our sweetest hopes rise blooming. And then again are gone, They bloom and fade alternate, And so it goes rolling on. I know it, and it troub….
Where words leave off, music begins..
Glow-worms on the ground are moving, As if in the torch-dance circling..
At noon I feel as though I could devour all the elephants of Hindostan, and then pick my teeth with the spire of Strasburg cathedral; in the evening ….
The beauteous dragonfly's dancing By the waves of the rivulet glancing; She dances here and she dances there, The glimmering, glittering flutterer fa….
The men of action are, after all, only the unconscious instruments of the men of thought..
In these times we fight for ideas and newspapers are our fortress..
Jews who long have drifted from the faith of their fathers... are stirred in their inmost parts when the old, familiar Passover sounds chance to fall….
The arrow belongs not to the archer when it has once left the bow; the word no longer belongs to the speaker when it has once passed his lips, especi….
Oh what lies there are in kisses! And their guile so well prepared! Sweet the snaring is; but this is Sweeter still, to be ensnared..
Whenever books are burned, men also in the end are burned..
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 s….
I consider it a degradation and a stain on my honor to submit to baptism in order to qualify myself for state employment in Prussia..
It is only kindred griefs that draw forth our tears, and each weeps really for himself..
God has given us speech in order that we may say pleasant things to our friends, and tell bitter truths to our enemies..
Never let a fool kiss you, or a kiss fool you. Oh, what lies there are in kisses!.
High in the air rises the forest of oaks, high over the oaks soar the eagle, high over the eagle sweep the clouds, high over the clouds gleam the sta….
He who fights with priests may make up his mind to have his poor good name torn and befouled by the most infamous lies and the most cutting slanders..
Nothing is more futile than theorizing about music. No doubt there are laws, mathematically strict laws, but these laws are not music; they are only ….
God will forgive me. It's his job..
I live! Red life boils in my veins, earth yields beneath my feet, in the glow of love I embrace trees and statues, and they live in my embrace. Every….