That Is A Long Word: Forever!

The Breath Of An Aristocrat Is The Death Rattle Of Freedom.

One Must Love Humanity In Order To Reach Out Into The Unique Essence Of Each Individual: No One Can Be Too Low Or Too Ugly.

Freedom And Whores Are The Most Cosmopolitan Items Under The Sun.

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.

We Are Always On Stage, Even When We Are Stabbed In Earnest At The End.