The heart that can no longer love passionately must with fury hate.
Is a faith without action a sincere faith?
When I'm carried away, isn't it clear that my heart contradicts my mouth?
Honor, without money, is a mere malady.
Sir, that much prudence calls for too much worry; I cannot foresee misfortunes so far away.
Me, rule? Me, place the State under my law, when my feeble reason no longer rules even myself!