Death Is The Most Blessed Dream.

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

The Strides Of Humanity Are Slow, They Can Only Be Counted In Centuries.

And For Tired Eyes Every Light Is Too Bright, And For Tired Lips Every Breath Too Heavy, And For Tired Ears Every Word Too Much.

We Are Always On Stage, Even When We Are Stabbed In Earnest At The End.

Do You Know, Valerio, That Even The Least Among All Humans Is So Great That Life Is Far Too Short To Love Him?