Whoever finishes a revolution only halfway, digs his own grave.
The strides of humanity are slow, they can only be counted in centuries.
The stars are scattered all over the sky like shimmering tears, there must be great pain in the eye from which they trickled.
You women could make someone fall in love even with a lie.
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.
Supreme power rests in the will of all or of the majority.