The Weapon Of The Republic Is Terror,

Peace To The Shacks! War On The Palaces!

Death Is The Most Blessed Dream.

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.

Only One Thing Abides: An Infinite Beauty That Passes From Form To Form, Eternally Changed And Revealed Afresh.

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