The Life Of The Wealthy

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

Government Must Be A Transparent Garment Which Tightly Clings To The People's Body.

Love Is A Peculiar Thing.

Dying People Often Become Childish.

Only One Thing Abides: An Infinite Beauty That Passes From Form To Form, Eternally Changed And Revealed Afresh.