For Prying Into Any Human

The Memory Of An Absent Person Shines In The Deepest Recesses Of The Heart, Shining The More Brightly The More Wholly Its Object Has Vanished: A Light On The Horizon Of The Despairing, Darkened Spirit; A Star Gleaming In Our Inward Night.

Revolutions Spring Not From Accident, But From Necessity. A Revolution Is A Return From The Factitious To The Real. It Takes Place Because It Must.

The Most Terrible Of Motives And The Most Unanswerable Of Responses: Because.

There Is No More Sovereign Eloquence Than The Truth In Indignation.

Spira, Spera. (breathe, Hope)