“May the might be in the light, the beyond of east or west.As the faith lies within a broken bayonet, an ending put best.”

“This being the final say, tomorrow is thought about.The what of tomorrow, the who? The maybe, the if.Should it never come, none, no one but those left would know, know it so.”

“As one door closes another opens some do say, but at times, when panic is born, all doors are blown asunder, hope driven all but fully under, and in the back of young, impressionable minds.”

“And with a new name came the ultimate alleviation of some gross unspoken responsiblity.”

“The art of writing is not unlike the act of screaming. A constant flow of otherworldly emotions with tempos high and hymns low. All to amount to some purpose not so loudly spoken: the whisper of change the heart of a writer weeps to reap.”

“Walk me, foreign valleyHear us wail, know our call,Kill me, the troubled nomad, war torn and hungryQuell the sun and all its tyranny.Break the day, so to say and slay, the snow and all we know,Let come the horror we’ve been counting on.Be it the fault together, of our catalyst and our progeny.”

“National differences and antagonisms between peoples are daily more and more vanishing, owing to the development of the bourgeoisie, to freedom of commerce, to the world-market, to uniformity in the mode of production and in the conditions of life corresponding thereto.The supremacy of the proletariat will cause them to vanish still faster. United action, of the leading civilized countries at least, is one of the first conditions for the emancipation of the proletariat.In proportion as the exploitation of one individual by another is put an end to, the exploitation of one nation by another will also be put an end to. In proportion as the antagonism between classes within the nation vanishes, the hostility of one nation to another will come to an end.”