How many women does one need to sing the scale of love all the way up and down?
There are only Epicureans, either crude or refined; Christ was the most refined.
Peace to the shacks! War on the palaces!
Revolution is like Saturn, it devours its own children.
Love is a peculiar thing.
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.