I Felt As I Hadn't Felt For

The Real 19th Century Prophet Was Dostoevsky, Not Karl Marx.

There Are Some Individuals Who Have Too Strong A Craving, A Will, And A Nostalgia For Happiness Ever To Reach It. They Always Retain A Bitter And Passionate Aftertaste, And That's The Best They Can Hope For.

All I Maintain Is That On This Earth There Are Pestilences And There Are Victims, And It's Up To Us, So Far As Possible, Not To Join Forces With The Pestilences. That May Sound Simple To The Point Of Childishness; I Can't Judge If It's Simple, But I Know It's True.

In This Vast Country That He Had So Loved, He Was Alone.

Rebellion Cannot Exist Without A Strange Form Of Love.