A True Opium Of The People Is

At Every Sunrise I Renounce The Doubts Of Night And Greet The New Day Of A Most Precious Delusion.

Irony Is The Glory Of Slaves.

Human Reason Is Beautiful And Invincible. No Bars, No Barbed Wire, No Pulping Of Books, No Sentence Of Banishment Can Prevail Against It. It Puts What Should Be Above Things As They Are. It Does Not Know Jew From Greek Nor Slave From Master.

All Was Taken Away From You: White Dresses, Wings, Even Existence.

When I Curse Fate, It's Not Me, But The Earth In Me.