Only one thing abides: an infinite beauty that passes from form to form, eternally changed and revealed afresh.
Murder begins where self-defense ends.
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 breath of an aristocrat is the death rattle of freedom.
The weapon of the Republic is terror, and virtue is its strength.
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.