I Lived And Languished.

Do You Know How Much Thinking And Feeling I’ve Done? It’s Terrible. And Nothing’s Come Of It.

The Working Class Is My Home Country, And My Future Is Linked With The Proletariat.

Busy Remaking The World, Man Forgot To Remake Himself.

Everything Comes To An End, Only Objects Are Left To Pine In The Dark.

A Man Who's Never Seen War Is Like A Woman Who's Never Given Birth - Soft In The Head.