The Murder Of A Man Is Still

I Honored The Fallen Enemy By Placing A Stone On His Beautiful Grave.

I Never Was Good At Learning Things. I Did Just Enough Work To Pass. In My Opinion It Would Have Been Wrong To Do More Than Was Just Sufficient, So I Worked As Little As Possible.

My Dear Excellency! I Have Not Gone To War To Collect Cheese And Eggs, But For Another Purpose.

It Is Better That One's Customers Come To One's Shop Than To Have To Look For Them Abroad.

In The Heat Of The Russian Summer A Sleeping Car Is The Most Horrible Instrument Of Martyrdom Imaginable.