Men of action, above all those whose actions are guided by love, live forever.
A grain of poetry suffices to season a century.
But love, like the sun that it is, sets afire and melts everything. what greed and privilege to build up over whole centuries the indignation of a pious spirit, with its natural following of oppressed souls, will cast down with a single shove.
It is terrible to speak of you, Liberty, for one who lives without you.
We are free, but no to be evil
The wretch who lives without freedom feels like dressing in the mud from the streets Those who have you, o Liberty, do not know. you. Those who do not have you should not speak of you, but win you.