Poetry Is The Morning Dream Of Great

Void Of Freedom, What Would Virtue Be?

We Cannot Have Two Hearts, One For The Animals And One For Men. In Cruelty Towards The Former And Cruelty To The Latter There Is No Difference But In The Victim.

The Photographer Will Never Replace The Painter; One Is A Man, The Other A Machine. Let Us Compare Them No Longer. (1848)

Treason, Which Begins By Being Cautious, Ends By Betraying Itself.

Unanimity Is The Mistress Of Strength.