Germany is now a field of cadavers, soon she will be a paradise.
You women could make someone fall in love even with a lie.
Only one thing abides: an infinite beauty that passes from form to form, eternally changed and revealed afresh.
Supreme power rests in the will of all or of the majority.
I'll know how to die with courage; that is easier than living.
How many women does one need to sing the scale of love all the way up and down?