The printing presses of the state treasuries cranked out reams of paper currency- showing wise kinds and blissful martyrs- while bankers wept and peasants starved.
Live today, for tomorrow we die.
If you can live in Paris, maybe you should.
I'm not really a mass market writer.
One is what one has the nerve to pretend to be.
Politicians were like talking dogs in a circus: the fact that they existed was uncommonly interesting, but no sane person would actually believe what they said