Weakness on both sides is, as we know, the motto of all quarrels.
The first step, my son, which one makes in the world, is the one on which depends the rest of our days.
Our country is that spot to which our heart is bound.
Mortals are equal; their mask differs.
It is not a mistress I have lost but half of myself, a soul for which my soul seems to have been made.
Every sensible man, every honest man, must hold the Christian sect in horror. But what shall we substitute in its place? you say. What? A ferocious animal has sucked the blood of my relatives. I tell you to rid yourselves of this beast, and you ask me what you shall put in its place ?