Death is the most blessed dream.
We have not made the Revolution, the Revolution has made us.
Supreme power rests in the will of all or of the majority.
The statue of Freedom has not been cast yet, the furnace is hot, we can all still burn our fingers.
Germany is now a field of cadavers, soon she will be a paradise.
How many women does one need to sing the scale of love all the way up and down?