The More You Lose The

Oblivion Is The Flower That Grows Best On Graves.

Party Politics Is Now A Real Farce.

When I Tried To Draw Near, You Dissolved Into Air Before My Lips Could Touch You...

No One Makes A Revolution By Himself; And There Are Some Revolutions Which Humanity Accomplishes Without Quite Knowing How, Because It Is Everybody Who Takes Them In Hand.

Heavens! Whatever Possesses Us, Here Below, That We Mutually Torment Ourselves, Sourly Reproach Our Mutual Faults, And Mercilessly Condemn All That Is Not Cut According To Our Pattern?