I'll know how to die with courage; that is easier than living.
How many women does one need to sing the scale of love all the way up and down?
Supreme power rests in the will of all or of the majority.
There are only Epicureans, either crude or refined; Christ was the most refined.
The stars are scattered all over the sky like shimmering tears, there must be great pain in the eye from which they trickled.
The state is therefore everyone; the rules within the state are laws which safeguard the welfare of all and which must originate from the welfare of all.