Love Is A Peculiar Thing.

Supreme Power Rests In The Will Of All Or Of The Majority.

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

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

Only One Thing Abides: An Infinite Beauty That Passes From Form To Form, Eternally Changed And Revealed Afresh.

The Revolutionary Government Is The Despotism Of Liberty Against Tyranny