We have not made the Revolution, the Revolution has made us.
The statue of Freedom has not been cast yet, the furnace is hot, we can all still burn our fingers.
Love is a peculiar thing.
Peace to the shacks! War on the palaces!
People like us are unhappy in this world and in the next, I guess if we made it to heaven, we'd have to help make it thunder.
Germany is now a field of cadavers, soon she will be a paradise.