I Love Life - That’s My Real

The Gods Had Condemned Sisyphus To Ceaselessly Rolling A Rock To The Top Of A Mountain, Whence The Stone Would Fall Back Of Its Own Weight. They Had Thought With Some Reason That There Is No More Dreadful Punishment Than Futile And Hopeless Labor.

Men Die And They Are Not Happy.

Although It Was The Middle Of Winter, I Finally Realized That, Within Me, Summer Was Inextinguishable.

The Revolutionary Government Was Required To Become The Government Of The War.

The Principles Which Men Give To Themselves End By Overwhelming Their Noblest Intentions.