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

Supreme power rests in the will of all or of the majority.

Revolution is like Saturn, it devours its own children.

The life of the wealthy is one long Sunday.

Death is the most blessed dream.

One must love humanity in order to reach out into the unique essence of each individual: no one can be too low or too ugly.

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