Poetry is the work of the bard and of the people who inspire him.

Nature has placed the need to see justice done in some souls, and the need to flout and affront it in others.

Happiness exists on earth, and it is won through prudent exercise of reason, knowledge of the harmony of the universe, and constant practice of generosity.

In a time of crisis, the peoples of the world must rush to get to know each other.

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.

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.

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