The strides of humanity are slow, they can only be counted in centuries.
Supreme power rests in the will of all or of the majority.
We are always on stage, even when we are stabbed in earnest at the end.
Peace to the shacks! War on the palaces!
Only one thing abides: an infinite beauty that passes from form to form, eternally changed and revealed afresh.
The life of the wealthy is one long Sunday.