“Well let the gentlemen of the bourgeoisie remember Berlin any way they please. As Comrade Khruschev promised us, we will bury them.”
“Let us reflect, if we wish to be brilliant. Too much improvisation empties the mind in a stupid way. Running beer gathers no froth. No haste, gentlemen.”
“Liberty? Independence? Are they to remain only words? Gentlemen, let us make them fighting words!”
“The way to crush the bourgeoisie is to grind them between the millstones of taxation and inflation.”
“Well, let me tell you, gentlemen, the games of the devil are not restricted to those confined to hell. Others can play them.”
“Now, gentlemen, let us create hell.”