To Accomplish Nothing And Die Of The

When We Cannot Be Delivered From Ourselves, We Delight In Devouring Ourselves.

To Have Committed Every Crime But That Of Being A Father.

Only Superficial Minds Approach An Idea With Delicacy.

If Each Of Us Were To Confess His Most Secret Desire, The One That Inspires All His Plans, All His Actions, He Would Say: "i Want To Be Praised."

Tyrants Are Always Assassinated Too Late. That Is Their Great Excuse.