Freedom And Whores Are The Most Cosmopolitan

Whoever Finishes A Revolution Only Halfway, Digs His Own Grave.

There Are Only Epicureans, Either Crude Or Refined; Christ Was The Most Refined.

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.

Man Is An Abyss, And I Turn Giddy When I Look Down Into It.

The Statue Of Freedom Has Not Been Cast Yet, The Furnace Is Hot, We Can All Still Burn Our Fingers.