To renounce freedom is to renounce one's humanity, one's rights as a man and equally one's duties.

The French painter Rousseau was once asked why he put a naked woman on a red sofa in the middle of his jungle pictures. He answered, 'I needed a bit of red there.'

Beware of listening to this impostor; you are undone if you once forget that the fruits of the earth belong to us all, and the earth itself to nobody.

At first we will only skim the surface of the earth like young starlings, but soon, emboldened by practice and experience, we will spring into the air with the impetuousness of the eagle, diverting ourselves by watching the childish behavior of the little men or awling miserably around on the earth below us.

To renounce liberty is to renounce being a man, to surrender the rights of humanity and even its duties.

I only see clearly what I remember.

I hate books; they only teach people to talk about what they don't understand.