Betten / Beds Dornen / Thorns Er / He Rosen / Roses Schläft / Sleeps
I don't sleep. I hate those little slices of death.
He who keeps his cool best wins.
My best jokes are so cheap. All I do is say things sarcastically.
Seek home for rest, for home is best.
One rose says more than the dozen.
He who dares not reason, is a slave.
Love thou the rose, yet leave it on its stem.
Smile, it's better than a poke in the eye.
He who has the gold makes the rules.
