The breath of an aristocrat is the death rattle of freedom.

The power of the people and the power of reason are one.

We have not made the Revolution, the Revolution has made us.

And for tired eyes every light is too bright, and for tired lips every breath too heavy, and for tired ears every word too much.

I'll know how to die with courage; that is easier than living.

We are always on stage, even when we are stabbed in earnest at the end.

The breath of an aristocrat is the death rattle of freedom.