The Sin Is In Our Thoughts.

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 Weapon Of The Republic Is Terror, And Virtue Is Its Strength.

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

Government Must Be A Transparent Garment Which Tightly Clings To The People's Body.

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