Peace To The Shacks! War On The

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

The Revolution Must End And The Republic Must Begin. In Our Constitution, Right Must Take The Place Of Duty, Welfare That Of Virtue, And Self-defense That Of Punishment. Everyone Must Be Able To Prevail And To Live According To One's Own Nature.

How Many Women Does One Need To Sing The Scale Of Love All The Way Up And Down?

The Sin Is In Our Thoughts.

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