Death Is The Most Blessed Dream.

We Have Not Made The Revolution, The Revolution Has Made Us.

There Are Only Epicureans, Either Crude Or Refined; Christ Was The Most Refined.

That Is A Long Word: Forever!

Revolution Calls My Name. I Will Soon Dwell In Nothingness, And My Name Will Be In The Pantheon Of History.

Germany Is Now A Field Of Cadavers, Soon She Will Be A Paradise.