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.
The power of the people and the power of reason are one.
Whoever finishes a revolution only halfway, digs his own grave.
There are only Epicureans, either crude or refined; Christ was the most refined.
Revolution calls my name. I will soon dwell in nothingness, and my name will be in the Pantheon of history.
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.