God Will Forgive Me. It's His Job.

Where Books Are Burned In The End People Will Be Burned Too.

She Resembles The Venus De Milo: She Is Very Old, Has No Teeth, And Has White Spots On Her Yellow Skin.

Whatever Tears One May Shed, In The End One Always Blows One's Nose.

You Talk Of Our Having An Idea; We Do Not Have An Idea. The Idea Has Us, And Martyrs Us, And Scourges Us, And Drives Us Into The Arena To Fight And Die For It, Whether We Want To Or Not.

A Fool May Talk, But A Wise Man Speaks.