I wait for the morning of my tears

If society gives up the right to impose the death penalty, then self-help will appear again and personal vendettas will be around the corner.

A person places themselves on a level with the ones they praise.

To the man of thought almost nothing is really ridiculous.

Two souls dwell, alas! in my breast.

A resolution that is communicated is no longer within thy power; thy attentions become now the plaything of chance; he who would have his commands certainly carried out must take man by surprise.

What by a straight path cannot be reached by crooked ways is never won.