Dying People Often Become Childish.

The Stars Are Scattered All Over The Sky Like Shimmering Tears, There Must Be Great Pain In The Eye From Which They Trickled.

Death Is The Most Blessed Dream.

One Must Love Humanity In Order To Reach Out Into The Unique Essence Of Each Individual: No One Can Be Too Low Or Too Ugly.

The State Is Therefore Everyone; The Rules Within The State Are Laws Which Safeguard The Welfare Of All And Which Must Originate From The Welfare Of All.

Revolution Is Like Saturn, It Devours Its Own Children.