If thou lookest on the lime-leaf, Thou a heart's form will discover; Therefore are the lindens ever Chosen seats of each fond lover.

The linden, in the fervors of July, Hums with a louder concert. When the wind Sweeps the broad forest in its summer prime, As when some master-hand exulting sweeps The keys of some great organ, ye give forth The music of the woodland depths, a hymn Of gladness and of thanks.

God will forgive me; that's his business.

Of course God will forgive me; that's His job.

Communism possesses a language which every people can understand - its elements are hunger, envy, and death.

Christ rode on an ass, but now asses ride on Christ.