But I'm Not To Be Caught With

Lies Are The Religion Of Slaves And Masters. Truth Is The God Of The Free Man.

There's A Little Book I'm Thinking Of Writing - "swan Song" Is What I Shall Call It. The Song Of The Dying. And My Book Will Be Incense Burnt At The Deathbed Of This Society, Damned With The Damnation Of Its Own Impotence.

Our Most Merciless Enemy Is Our Past.

The Intelligentsia ...was Kept Busy Embroidering White Stitches On The Philosophical And Ecclesiastical Vestments Of The Bourgeoisie - That Old And Filthy Fabric Besmeared With The Blood Of Toiling Masses.

Every New Time Will Give Its Law.