To die for one's country is such a worthy fate that all compete for so beautiful a death.
Happiness is meant to be shared.
It is the crime not the scaffold which is the disgrace.
Death was to be my glory, but destiny has refused it.
Every brave man is a man of his word; to such base vices he cannot stoop, and shuns more than death the shame of lying.
There are secret ties, there are sympathies, by the sweet relationship of which souls that are well matched attach themselves to each other, and are affected by I know not what, which cannot be explained