The weapon of the Republic is terror, and virtue is its strength.
Supreme power rests in the will of all or of the majority.
Only one thing abides: an infinite beauty that passes from form to form, eternally changed and revealed afresh.
You women could make someone fall in love even with a lie.
The breath of an aristocrat is the death rattle of freedom.
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.