The dagger plunged in the name of freedom is plunged into the breast of freedom.

This is the age in which hills can look down upon the mountains.

Treacherous assassins, enemies of the people, and worthy of everyone's ridicule are those who, under the pretext of guiding future generations, teach them an isolated system of doctrines and whisper in their ear (instead of the sweet message of love) the barbarous gospel of hate.

Only oppression should fear the full exercise of freedom.

Men have no special right because they belong to one race or another: the word man defines all rights.

In truth, men speak too much of danger.

I come from all places and to all places I go: I am art among the arts and mountain among mountains. I know the strange names of flowers and herbs and of fatal deceptions and magnificent griefs. In night's darkness I've seen raining down on my head pure flames, flashing rays of beauty divine.