Love Is A Peculiar Thing.

Germany Is Now A Field Of Cadavers, Soon She Will Be A Paradise.

There Are Only Epicureans, Either Crude Or Refined; Christ Was The Most Refined.

Revolution Calls My Name. I Will Soon Dwell In Nothingness, And My Name Will Be In The Pantheon Of History.

The Life Of The Wealthy Is One Long Sunday.

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