Robespierre, This Pedant Of Freedom!

The Present Is Never Poetic As It Serves Necessity, Necessity, However, Is Prosaic.

Why Does The Past Look So Enticing To Us? For The Same Reason Why From A Distance A Meadow With Flowers Looks Like A Flower Bed.

Who Claims That The Heathen's View Of The World Is Incorrect? Life Gives You Nothing! It Is Ruled By False Gods! Nothing Remains True To You But Your Own Self; Provided You Remain True To It.

My Anger Thought You Too Ignoble For My Love, And Close Examination Finds You Too Magnificent, And Only Equals Are Joined Together Smoothly.

It Is Not A Matter Of Desire, But Of Coercion And Duty.