Freedom And Whores Are The Most Cosmopolitan

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

The Strides Of Humanity Are Slow, They Can Only Be Counted In Centuries.

Death Is The Most Blessed Dream.

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

Revolution Is Like The Daughters Of Pelias: It Cuts Humanity To Pieces In Order To Rejuvenate It.