Let us come into the studio, liebe Kinder, and have beer and music and laughter.

We cannot recapture this hour or prolong it.

But it was good, oh, so good! I thank God for this hour." Sylvia put her hand on her brother's arm, looking at him with just a shade of anxiety.
"Nothing wrong, Hermann ?" she asked.
"Wrong?
There is nothing wrong unless it is wrong to be happy.

But we have to go forward: my only quarrel with life is that.

I would stop it now if I could, so that time should not run on, and we should stay just as we are.