Oh Liberty! Liberty! What crimes are committed in your name!
Deep joy is a serene and sober emotion, rarely evinced in open merriment.
Ennui is the disease of hearts without feeling, and of minds without resources.
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.
If we do not die for liberty, we shall soon have nothing left to do but weep for her.
People who know how to employ themselves, always find leisure moments, while those who do nothing are forever in a hurry.