Only one thing abides: an infinite beauty that passes from form to form, eternally changed and revealed afresh.

Love is a peculiar thing.

Revolution calls my name. I will soon dwell in nothingness, and my name will be in the Pantheon of history.

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.

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 strides of humanity are slow, they can only be counted in centuries.

The weapon of the Republic is terror, and virtue is its strength.