Oh, what a vileness human beauty is; corroding, corrupting everything it touches.
The stillest tongue can be the truest friend.
God helps him who strives hard.
Time will discover everything to posterity; it is a babbler, and speaks even when no question is put.
Let no one think of me that I am humble or weak or passive; let them understand I am of a different kind: dangerous to my enemies, loyal to my friends. To such a life glory belongs.
No man on earth is truly free, All are slaves of money or necessity. Public opinion or fear of prosecution forces each one, against his conscience, to conform.