I'm worth more dead than alive. Don't cry for me after I'm gone; cry for me now.

Grumbling is the death of love.

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

I will never again go to Germany.

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.