If we do not die for liberty, we shall soon have nothing left to do but weep for her.
The more I see of men, the more I admire dogs. - Jeanne
Ennui is the disease of hearts without feeling, and of minds without resources.
A fondness for satire indicates a mind pleased with irritating others; for myself, I never could find amusement in killing flies.
The feeble howl with the wolves, bray with the asses, and bleat with the sheep.
It is impossible to rise to freedom, from the midst of corruptions, without strong convulsions. They are the salutary crises of a serious disease. We are in want of a terrible political fever, to carry off our foul humors.