Love Is A Peculiar Thing.

Revolution Is Like The Daughters Of Pelias: It Cuts Humanity To Pieces In Order To Rejuvenate It.

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

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

The Revolutionary Government Is The Despotism Of Liberty Against Tyranny

We Have Not Made The Revolution, The Revolution Has Made Us.