Besitzen / Possess Leben / Living Märtyrer / Martyrs Morgen / Tomorrow Unsere / Our Vergangenheit / Past Wer / Who
Who ever is out of patience is out of possession of their soul.
We make too much of that long groan which underlines the past.
Who knows what happens tomorrow? We'll find it tomorrow.
War is a poor chisel to carve out tomorrow.
The past is prophetic in that it asserts loudly that wars are poor chisels for carving out peaceful tomorrows.
Tomorrow belongs to those who can hear it coming.
Praises for our past triumphs are as feathers to a dead bird.
Ours is the most precarious work, as you are in one place today, and tomorrow you are in another.
Throw moderation to the winds, and the greatest pleasures bring the greatest pains.
