Socialism is a monster, which will die.

The world is not ruled by those who have money, but those who have dreams.

You people are right - I am for equal rights for women. I am for that female jobs such as feeding husband and children be considered as valuable as male jobs.

When in organism there are cancer cells, they have to be removed, not helped because they're "so young" and "so creative".

If socialism gave more prosperity than capitalism does, I would still prefer capitalism - as it gives more freedom. Luckily, though, I do not have to face this dillema.

The Building of European Commission would be perfect for a brothel.

Socialists believe otherwise - a man is not competent enough to make decision should he use seatbelt, should he buy insurance, and the same man is competent enough to elect president and government.

I am for joining a free trade zone. The European Union is not such zone, but a zone of raging bureaucracy which stears every hectolitre of wine, and every tone of beef.

If every other Jew had a weapon in 1939, there wouldn't be a Holocaust.

I've had no sexual education, but I have six children.

Under Hitler or Stalin a Góral [Tatra-highlander] could choose to produce oscypek [smoked cheese] however he preferred. Nowadays the EU official is watching him.

You see, at young age I had known how bitter taste like and it all started with a cup of brewed coffee.

...I still cannot tap on your walls and discover by the hollow or firm sounds which of your walls are merely decorative, and which ones hold everything up.

i closed my eyes and i loved you ... dreams are such beautiful things

The world has narrowed to a neighbourhood before it has broadened to a brotherhood.

But anyone who knows anything about the music industry knows it's not only about the music.

To all my political opponents, all and sundry, not only the presidential bets, I would like to offer my hand to friendship.

The internet has a way of mainstreaming everything. Any artist, any musician, any sexual kink, any political view point, it's all there.

I didn't grow up with my mother, and so losing her for real was like, some sort of latent childhood, some sort of unresolved issue. When she left for real, it was sort of like, I was done.

I cry. Evil dissolves, & love, like foam; that love. Prattle of children powers me home, my heart claps like the swan's under a frenzy of who love me & who shine.

The golf swing is like a suitcase into which we are trying to pack one too many things.