Be Quiet! Anyone Can Spit In My

I Hate Victims Who Respect Their Executioners.

I Confused Things With Their Names: That Is Belief.

Several Hours Or Several Years Make No Difference Once You Have Lost Eternity.

This Is The Basis For The Joy Of Love When There Is Joy; We Feel That Our Existence Is Justified.

It Is Not Right, My Fellow-countrymen, You Who Know Very Well All The Crimes Committed In Our Name. It's Not At All Right That You Do Not Breathe A Word About Them To Anyone, Not Even To Your Own Soul, For Fear Of Having To Stand In Judgment Of Yourself. I Am Willing To Believe That At The Beginning You Did Not Realize What Was Happening; Later, You Doubted Whether Such Things Could Be True; But Now You Know, And Still You Hold Your Tongues.