The world is chaos. Nothingness is the yet-to-be-born god of the world.
We have not made the Revolution, the Revolution has made us.
The strides of humanity are slow, they can only be counted in centuries.
The breath of an aristocrat is the death rattle of freedom.
The state is therefore everyone; the rules within the state are laws which safeguard the welfare of all and which must originate from the welfare of all.
There are only Epicureans, either crude or refined; Christ was the most refined.