Only one thing abides: an infinite beauty that passes from form to form, eternally changed and revealed afresh.
The stars are scattered all over the sky like shimmering tears, there must be great pain in the eye from which they trickled.
The breath of an aristocrat is the death rattle of freedom.
The life of the wealthy is one long Sunday.
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.