That Is A Long Word: Forever!

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

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

The World Is Chaos. Nothingness Is The Yet-to-be-born God Of The World.

And For Tired Eyes Every Light Is Too Bright, And For Tired Lips Every Breath Too Heavy, And For Tired Ears Every Word Too Much.

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.