Man will never be free until the last king is strangled with the entrails of the last priest.
A king is but a foolish labourer Who wastes his blood to be another’s dream.
Kill the king but spare the man.
It is difficult to agitate the King for the monarchy.
I have seen the king with a face of Glory, He who is the eye and the sun of heaven, He who is the companion and healer of all beings, He who is the soul and the universe that births souls.
He is happiest, be he king or peasant, who finds peace in his home.