That Is A Long Word: Forever!

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.

Supreme Power Rests In The Will Of All Or Of The Majority.

And For Tired Eyes Every Light Is Too Bright, And For Tired Lips Every Breath Too Heavy, And For Tired Ears Every Word Too Much.

Dying People Often Become Childish.