Festen er over, rommet står grått og tomt, jentene er borte, spilleman har gått, hva nå... Ohne Hast, aber ohne Rast. Without haste, but without rest.

As I take my shoes from the shoemaker, 
and my coat from the tailor,
so I take my religion from the priest.

The best way to get the better of
temptation is just to yield to it...

The dream of reason produces monsters...