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.
Only one thing abides: an infinite beauty that passes from form to form, eternally changed and revealed afresh.
There are only Epicureans, either crude or refined; Christ was the most refined.
The breath of an aristocrat is the death rattle of freedom.
We have not made the Revolution, the Revolution has made us.
The strides of humanity are slow, they can only be counted in centuries.