He who could have been a torch and stoops to being a pair of jaws is a deserter.
He who uses the office he owes to the voters wrongfully and against them is a thief.
Man loves liberty, even if he does not know that he loves it. He is driven by it and flees from where it does not exist.
There is happiness in duty, although it may not seem so.
One is guilty of all abjection that one does not help to relieve.
Man is a living duty, a depository of powers that he must not leave in a brute state. Man is a wing.
But when women are moved and lend help, when women, who are by nature calm and controlled, give encouragement and applause, when virtuous and knowledgeable women grace the endeavor with their sweet love, then it is invincible.
We are free, but not to be evil, not to be indifferent to human suffering, not to profit from the people, from the work created and sustained through their spirit of political association, while refusing to contribute to the political state that we profit from.
To busy oneself with what is futile when one can do something useful, to attend to what is simple when one has the mettle to attempt what is difficult, is to strip talent of its dignity.
The struggles waged by nations are weak only when they lack support in the hearts of their women.