Whoever finishes a revolution only halfway, digs his own grave.

The statue of Freedom has not been cast yet, the furnace is hot, we can all still burn our fingers.

We are always on stage, even when we are stabbed in earnest at the end.

Murder begins where self-defense ends.

Dying people often become childish.

Revolution calls my name. I will soon dwell in nothingness, and my name will be in the Pantheon of history.

Revolution is like Saturn, it devours its own children.