In The Maxim Of The Past You

All That Is Called Destiny Or Fate Is None Other Than The Result Of Our Thoughtlessness And Our Mistrust Of Ourselves; We Should Know That All That Is Created On Earth Is Created By Its Sole Master And Laborer -- Man.

The Most Beautiful Words In The English Language Are 'not Guilty'.

Only Mothers Can Think Of The Future - Because They Give Birth To It In Their Children.

There's A Little Book I'm Thinking Of Writing - "swan Song" Is What I Shall Call It. The Song Of The Dying. And My Book Will Be Incense Burnt At The Deathbed Of This Society, Damned With The Damnation Of Its Own Impotence.

The Intelligentsia ...was Kept Busy Embroidering White Stitches On The Philosophical And Ecclesiastical Vestments Of The Bourgeoisie - That Old And Filthy Fabric Besmeared With The Blood Of Toiling Masses.