She blushed and so did he. She greeted him in a faltering voice, and he spoke to her without knowing what he was saying.
Independence in the end is the fruit of injustice.
The multitude of books is making us ignorant.
The right of commanding is no longer an advantage transmitted by nature; like an inheritance, it is the fruit of labors, the price of courage.
Very often, say what you will, a knave is only a fool.
The sovereign is called a tyrant who knows no laws but his caprice.