The stars are scattered all over the sky like shimmering tears, there must be great pain in the eye from which they trickled.

Death is the most blessed dream.

Love is a peculiar thing.

There are only Epicureans, either crude or refined; Christ was the most refined.

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

The state is therefore everyone; the rules within the state are laws which safeguard the welfare of all and which must originate from the welfare of all.

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.