Life is the flower for which love is the honey.
It is the end. But of what? The end of France? No. The end of kings? Yes.
As for the bishop, the sight of the guillotine was a great shock to him, from which he recovered only slowly.
Revolutions are not born of chance but of necessity.
Let us study things that are no more. It is necessary to understand them, if only to avoid them.
There are moments when a rope's end, a pole, the branch of the tree, is life itself, and it is a frightful thing to see a living being lose his hold upon it, and fall like a ripe fruit.