Revolution calls my name. I will soon dwell in nothingness, and my name will be in the Pantheon of history.
The world is chaos. Nothingness is the yet-to-be-born god of the world.
The statue of Freedom has not been cast yet, the furnace is hot, we can all still burn our fingers.
Supreme power rests in the will of all or of the majority.
Government must be a transparent garment which tightly clings to the people's body.
Death is the most blessed dream.