The stars are scattered all over the sky like shimmering tears, there must be great pain in the eye from which they trickled.
A good man with a good conscience doesn't walk so fast.
The weapon of the Republic is terror, and virtue is its strength.
Peace to the shacks! War on the palaces!
The world is chaos. Nothingness is the yet-to-be-born god of the world.
Whoever finishes a revolution only halfway, digs his own grave.