We are always on stage, even when we are stabbed in earnest at the end.
Only one thing abides: an infinite beauty that passes from form to form, eternally changed and revealed afresh.
People like us are unhappy in this world and in the next, I guess if we made it to heaven, we'd have to help make it thunder.
The breath of an aristocrat is the death rattle of freedom.
The power of the people and the power of reason are one.
Government must be a transparent garment which tightly clings to the people's body.