Man Is An Abyss, And I Turn

The Statue Of Freedom Has Not Been Cast Yet, The Furnace Is Hot, We Can All Still Burn Our Fingers.

One Must Love Humanity In Order To Reach Out Into The Unique Essence Of Each Individual: No One Can Be Too Low Or Too Ugly.

Whoever Finishes A Revolution Only Halfway, Digs His Own Grave.

Man Is An Abyss, And I Turn Giddy When I Look Down Into It.

Death Is The Most Blessed Dream.