We have not made the Revolution, the Revolution has made us.
The world is chaos. Nothingness is the yet-to-be-born god of the world.
One must love humanity in order to reach out into the unique essence of each individual: no one can be too low or too ugly.
The breath of an aristocrat is the death rattle of freedom.
Dying people often become childish.
The revolutionary government is the despotism of liberty against tyranny