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.
How many women does one need to sing the scale of love all the way up and down?
Germany is now a field of cadavers, soon she will be a paradise.
There are only Epicureans, either crude or refined; Christ was the most refined.
Peace to the shacks! War on the palaces!
That is a long word: forever!