God Became Man, Granted. The Devil Became

I Will Be Chateaubriand Or Nothing.

Brothers, He Who Dies Here Dies In The Radiance Of The Future, And We Are Entering A Tomb All Flooded With The Dawn.

It Is A Terrible Thing To Be Happy! How Pleased We Are With It! How All-sufficient We Think It! How, Being In Possession Of The False Aim Of Life, Happiness, We Forget The True Aim, Duty!

Desiring Always To Be In Mourning, He Clothed Himself With Night.

Gutenberg's Invention Of Printing Is The Greatest Event-the Mother Of Revolution