There Is No French Town

We Can Know Nothing Till After This Grave Debate. The Soul Must Withdraw, For This Is Not Its Hour. Now The Knife Must Divide The Flesh, And Lay The Ravage Bare, And Do Its Work Completely.

I Can No Longer Think What I Want To Think. My Thoughts Have Been Replaced By Moving Images.

Courtesy Is Not Dead - It Has Merely Taken Refuge In Great Britain.

When You Are In It Up To Your Ears, Keep Your Mouth Shut.

In The Beds Which The Piety Of The Public Has Prepared On Every Side, Stricken Men Await The Verdict Of Fate.