A good man with a good conscience doesn't walk so fast.
The breath of an aristocrat is the death rattle of freedom.
Germany is now a field of cadavers, soon she will be a paradise.
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.
Peace to the shacks! War on the palaces!
The stars are scattered all over the sky like shimmering tears, there must be great pain in the eye from which they trickled.