He who thinks himself wise, O heavens! is a great fool.

He was a great patriot, a humanitarian, a loyal friend; provided, of course, he really is dead.

Everything I see about me is sowing the seeds of a revolution that is inevitable, though I shall not have the pleasure of seeing it. The lightning is so close at hand that it will strike at the first chance, and then there will be a pretty uproar. The young are fortunate, for they will see fine things.

We have a natural right to make use of our pens as of our tongue, at our peril, risk and hazard.

The public is a ferocious beast; one must either chain it or flee from it.

Man is free at the instant he wants to be.

I have been a hundred times on the point of killing myself, but still was fond of life. This ridiculous weakness is perhaps one of our worst instincts. What can be more absurd than choosing to carry a burden that one really wants to throw to the ground? To detest, and yet to strive to preserve our existence? To caress the serpent that devours us, and hug him close to our bosoms till he has gnawed into our hearts?