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.
Revolution calls my name. I will soon dwell in nothingness, and my name will be in the Pantheon of history.
That is a long word: forever!
The life of the wealthy is one long Sunday.
Murder begins where self-defense ends.
Supreme power rests in the will of all or of the majority.