I will never again go to Germany.

The tears I have cried over Germany have dried. I have washed my face.

[The lover says:] How beautiful you are, now that you love me

When you prostitute yourself, you have to get paid for it.

America took me into her bosom when there was no longer a country worthy of the name, but in my heart I am German--German in my soul.

They want you to bring out your intestines.