“For this wire is as a part of our body, as a vein torn from us, glowing with our blood. Are we proud of this thread of metal, or of our hands which made it, or is there a line to divide these two?”

“... the scarlet thread,the red clay from which we were made, runs in tiny streams through all our veins, reminding us of where we began...”

“Many of us served in the war, many died. We have written for Germany, we have died for Germany. We have spilled our blood for Germany in two ways: the blood that runs in our veins, and the blood with which we write. We have sung Germany, the real Germany! And that is why today we are being burned by Germany!”

“All of us have in our veins the exact same percentage of salt in our blood that exists in the ocean, and, therefore, we have salt in our blood, in our sweat, in our tears. We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea - whether it is to sail or to watch it - we are going back from whence we came.”

“We Are brothers, tied by blood, in our veins, what we spill. But it is a deadly secret that will forever bind us.”

“Though we chisel away as best we can at the mysterious block from which our life is made, the black vein of destiny continually reappears.”