You women could make someone fall in love even with a lie.
Revolution is like Saturn, it devours its own children.
And for tired eyes every light is too bright, and for tired lips every breath too heavy, and for tired ears every word too much.
Peace to the shacks! War on the palaces!
Revolution calls my name. I will soon dwell in nothingness, and my name will be in the Pantheon of history.
The statue of Freedom has not been cast yet, the furnace is hot, we can all still burn our fingers.