There is a wonderful Hungarian literature especially in lyric poetry.
If there is no God everything is permitted.
Power is given only to those who dare to lower themselves and pick it up....
A real gentleman even if he loses everything he owns must show no emotion....
Deprived of meaningful work men and women lose their reason for existence...
From your silken hair to your delicate feet you are perfection to me....
Until they put that sand and dirt in my face I will not sit in church all...
God has no religion.
