Man Is An Abyss, And I Turn

Revolution Is Like Saturn, It Devours Its Own Children.

People Like Us Are Unhappy In This World And In The Next, I Guess If We Made It To Heaven, We'd Have To Help Make It Thunder.

Government Must Be A Transparent Garment Which Tightly Clings To The People's Body.

Only One Thing Abides: An Infinite Beauty That Passes From Form To Form, Eternally Changed And Revealed Afresh.

Dying People Often Become Childish.