Death was to be my glory, but destiny has refused it.
He who has resolved to conquer or die is seldom conquered; such noble despair perishes with difficulty.
The worst of all States is the democratic State.
Self-love is the source of all our other loves.
These flattering mirrors reflect imperfectly what is within; the countenance is often a gay deceiver. What defects of mind lie hidden under its beauty! What fair exteriors conceal base souls!
Good fortune leads one to the highest glory, But to renounce it calls for equal courage.