Revolution Is The Larva Of

The Beautiful Has But One Type, The Ugly Has A Thousand.

Who Then Can Calculate The Path Of The Molecule? How Do We Know That The Creations Of Worlds Are Not Determined By The Fall Of Grains Of Sand?

In Love, Such A Word, Whispered, Is A Mysterious Kiss Of The Soul To The Soul.

The Rich's Paradise Was Created By The Poor's Hell.

As For The Bishop, The Sight Of The Guillotine Was A Great Shock To Him, From Which He Recovered Only Slowly.