That Is A Long Word: Forever!

We Are Always On Stage, Even When We Are Stabbed In Earnest At The End.

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

Death Is The Most Blessed Dream.

The Weapon Of The Republic Is Terror, And Virtue Is Its Strength.

The Strides Of Humanity Are Slow, They Can Only Be Counted In Centuries.