A poem is something sacred. Let no one Take it for anything except itself.
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.
Love is the bond between men, the way to teach and the center of the world.
To beautify life is to give it an object.
It is terrible to speak of you, Liberty, for one who lives without you.
Rights are to be taken, not requested; seized, not begged for.