Death is the only pure, beautiful conclusion of a great passion.

Death is the only pure, beautiful conclusion of a great passion.

Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you've got to say, and say it hot.

We fucked a flame into being.

The bourgeois produces the bolshevist, inevitably as every half-truth at length produces the contradiction of itself in the opposite half-truth.

The more I see of democracy the more I dislike it. It just brings everything down to the mere vulgar level of wages and prices, electric light and water closets, and nothing else.