Kings Are For Nations In Their Swaddling-clothes:

The Spirit Of God, Like The Sun, Always Gives All Its Light At Once. The Spirit Of Man Resembles The Pale Moon, Which Has Its Phases, Its Absences And Its Returns, Its Lucidity And Its Spots, Its Fullness And Its Disappearance, Which Borrows All Its Light From The Rays Of The Sun, And Which Still Dares To Intercept Them On Occasion.

The Earth Is A Great Piece Of Stupidity.

To Live A Life Which Is A Perpetual Falsehood Is To Suffer Unknown Tortures.

Another Story Must Begin!

When Liberty Returns, I Will Return.