The Most Eloquent Eulogy Of

The French Revolution Gave Birth To No Artists But Only To A Great Journalist, Desmoulins, And To An Under-the-counter Writer, Sade. The Only Poet Of The Times Was The Guillotine.

They Knew Now That If There Is One Thing One Can Always Yearn For, And Sometimes Attain, It Is Human Love.

The Urge To Revolt Is One Of The Essential Dimensions Of Human Nature.

Beauty, No Doubt, Does Not Make Revolutions. But A Day Will Come When Revolutions Will Have Need Of Beauty.

What Would Become Of The World If The Condemned Started To Confide Their Heartaches To The Executioners?