Love Is A Peculiar Thing.

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

The Revolution Must End And The Republic Must Begin. In Our Constitution, Right Must Take The Place Of Duty, Welfare That Of Virtue, And Self-defense That Of Punishment. Everyone Must Be Able To Prevail And To Live According To One's Own Nature.

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.

The World Is Chaos. Nothingness Is The Yet-to-be-born God Of The World.

The Stars Are Scattered All Over The Sky Like Shimmering Tears, There Must Be Great Pain In The Eye From Which They Trickled.