When a man dies he clutches in his hands only that which he has given away during his lifetime.
What, then, is the government? An intermediary body established between the subjects and the sovereign for their mutual communication, and charged with the execution of the laws and the maintenance of freedom, civil as well as political.
Innocence is ashamed of nothing.
The mind grows narrow in proportion as the soul grows corrupt.
Men, in general, are not this or that, they are what they are made to be.
We do not know what really good or bad fortune is.