Dying People Often Become Childish.

The Statue Of Freedom Has Not Been Cast Yet, The Furnace Is Hot, We Can All Still Burn Our Fingers.

There Are Only Epicureans, Either Crude Or Refined; Christ Was The Most Refined.

Man Is An Abyss, And I Turn Giddy When I Look Down Into It.

Government Must Be A Transparent Garment Which Tightly Clings To The People's Body.

The Weapon Of The Republic Is Terror, And Virtue Is Its Strength.