That Is A Long Word:

Whoever Finishes A Revolution Only Halfway, Digs His Own Grave.

The Sin Is In Our Thoughts.

The Revolutionary Government Is The Despotism Of Liberty Against Tyranny

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.

Peace To The Shacks! War On The Palaces!