Death Is The Most Blessed Dream.

The Weapon Of The Republic Is Terror, And Virtue Is Its Strength.

The Statue Of Freedom Has Not Been Cast Yet, The Furnace Is Hot, We Can All Still Burn Our Fingers.

Do You Know, Valerio, That Even The Least Among All Humans Is So Great That Life Is Far Too Short To Love Him?

Dying People Often Become Childish.

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