One Has To Be Able To Count

It Is Quiet And Peaceful Here, The Air Is Good, There Are Numerous Gardens, And In Them Nightingales Sing And Spies Lurk Under The Bushes.

Every New Time Will Give Its Law.

Lies Are The Religion Of Slaves And Masters. Truth Is The God Of The Free Man.

But I'm Not To Be Caught With Such Poor Bait! I'm A Big Fish, I Am.

Our Most Merciless Enemy Is Our Past.