Character: Till Eulenspiegel

Oh, those women! How curious and how chatty - their words flow like water, especially among the elderly - the young are not up to it: they are busy with matters of the heart.

He who sows the rye of temptation will reap the ergot of cuckolding.

Whoever decides to bake bread early in the morning sifts the flour at night.

- A revealed secret.

How dear she is to me!

- Lord, what are these people doing?
- They pull down the idols that have created their own.
Why?
- Then to create the other and again to destroy them...

Thiel, I'm tired.
- Soon the morning, go to sleep.
- I'm tired of being young... I want to be as old as the Lamm and his wife. I wish I had a house and a roof over my head. Want to on the table stood a bowl of peas, and out of the oven smell of bread. In the evening, the house was burning candle. I'm tired of being young.
- It is your destiny, your cross. Yours and mine.
- I know, til...

Thiel, for years we've fought! A whole life! Now we won and again going somewhere...
- We go where there is no freedom.
- Then again, blood and death?
- Yes, blood and death.
- One life, maybe two or three, ten or one hundred. Until when?
- While man, born of woman, will not be free everywhere.
- This day will never come.
- So, we will wander forever!

- Where are you going?
- Home!
- Lamme! What!?
- I can't stand it! I can't stand it anymore! Not a minute!
- Lamme, my faithful friend! It is not necessary to complain about destiny, for there is nothing more beautiful than to wander and to endure hardship in the name of freedom!
- Enough! Pretty! To hell with her, the damn freedom! What good is it? What to do with it? I'm cold, til! Cold! It is not screwed, as in sheep's coat, in your goddamn freedom. I want to eat, and it will not fry on a spit. It will not go to bed as a wife. It's all empty words! It's nothing, til!

- Where are you going?
- Home!
- Lamme! What!?
- I can't stand it! I can't stand it anymore! Not a minute!
- Lamme, my faithful friend! It is not necessary to complain about destiny, for there is nothing more beautiful than to wander and to endure hardship in the name of freedom!
- Enough! Pretty! To hell with her, the damn freedom! What good is it? What to do with it? I'm cold, til! Cold! It is not screwed, as in sheep's coat, in your goddamn freedom. I want to eat, and it will not fry on a spit. It will not go to bed as a wife. It's all empty words! It's nothing, til!

The ashes of Klaas knock at my heart!

- Are you afraid of God?
- No. And you?
- I'm afraid of...
Why?
I do not know.
- I am, actually, afraid, too, but always forget about it.

People should fall in love many times, to love only one woman...

If God made you a sheep, nothing to be offended that cut...