Peace To The Shacks! War On The

Love Is A Peculiar Thing.

You Women Could Make Someone Fall In Love Even With A Lie.

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

The Life Of The Wealthy Is One Long Sunday.

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