The tyrant dies and his rule is over, the martyr dies and his rule begins

The tyrant dies and his rule ends, the martyr dies and his rule begins.

It was completely fruitless to quarrel with the world, whereas the quarrel with oneself was occasionally fruitful and always, she had to admit, interesting.

Life…can only be understood backwards…

Honour him, dear Symparanekromenoi, for his grey hair and his misfortune.

People hardly ever make use of the freedom they have. For example, the freedom of thought. Instead they demand freedom of speech as a compensation.