Despotism Is A Long Crime.

The Drama Is Complete Poetry. The Ode And The Epic Contain It Only In Germ; It Contains Both Of Them In A State Of High Development, And Epitomizes Both.

Success Is A Very Hideous Thing. Its False Resemblance To Merit Deceives Men.

His Whole Life Was Now Summed Up In Two Words: Absolute Uncertainty Within An Impenetrable Fog.

Brothers, He Who Dies Here Dies In The Radiance Of The Future, And We Are Entering A Tomb All Flooded With The Dawn.

Word Which The Finger Of God Has Written On The Brow Of Every Man — Hope!