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.

I was not always free from melancholy; but even melancholy had its charms.

If we do not die for liberty, we shall soon have nothing left to do but weep for her.

It is for the wise people who delight in humanity, praise justice, despise their flatterers, and respect the truth.

Deep joy is a serene and sober emotion, rarely evinced in open merriment.

Oh Liberty! Liberty! What crimes are committed in your name!

The feeble howl with the wolves, bray with the asses, and bleat with the sheep.