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.
Whoever finishes a revolution only halfway, digs his own grave.
We are always on stage, even when we are stabbed in earnest at the end.
Love is a peculiar thing.
The weapon of the Republic is terror, and virtue is its strength.