The breath of an aristocrat is the death rattle of freedom.
Government must be a transparent garment which tightly clings to the people's body.
Only one thing abides: an infinite beauty that passes from form to form, eternally changed and revealed afresh.
The weapon of the Republic is terror, and virtue is its strength.
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.
You women could make someone fall in love even with a lie.