In these times we fight for ideas, and newspapers are our fortresses.

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.

In blissful dream, in silent night, There came to me, with magic might, With magic might, my own sweet love, Into my little room above.