According as the man is, so must you humour him.
You who love wild passions, flee the holy austerity of my pleasures. All here breathes of God, peace and truth.
The face of tyranny Is always mild at first.
Do not they bring it to pass by knowing that they know nothing at all?
Ah, why can't I know if I love, or if I hate?
A single word often betrays a great design.