Private Passions Tire And Exhaust Themselves, Public

Every Time That A People Which Has Long Crouched In Slavery And Ignorance Is Moved To Its Lowest Depths There Appear Monsters And Heroes, Prodigies Of Crime And Prodigies Of Virtue.

Void Of Freedom, What Would Virtue Be?

Exquisite Beauty Resides Rather In The Female Form Than Face, Where It Is Also More Lasting.

It Is For Truth That God Created Genius.

Let Us Enjoy The Fugitive Hour. Man Has No Harbor, Time Has No Shore; It Rushes On, And Carries Us With It.