Like a wedding-song all-melting Sings the nightingale, the dear one.

The nightingale appear'd the first, And as her melody she sang, The apple into blossom burst, To life the grass and violets sprang.

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.