The Sin Is In Our Thoughts.

There Are Only Epicureans, Either Crude Or Refined; Christ Was The Most Refined.

Dying People Often Become Childish.

Love Is A Peculiar Thing.

Revolution Calls My Name. I Will Soon Dwell In Nothingness, And My Name Will Be In The Pantheon Of History.

Supreme Power Rests In The Will Of All Or Of The Majority.