We have not made the Revolution, the Revolution has made us.

The statue of Freedom has not been cast yet, the furnace is hot, we can all still burn our fingers.

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 life of the wealthy is one long Sunday.

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.

The world is chaos. Nothingness is the yet-to-be-born god of the world.