The World Is Chaos. Nothingness Is The

Love Is A Peculiar Thing.

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

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

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.

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