Like stones rolling down hills, fair ideas reach their objectives despite all obstacles and barriers. It may be possible to speed or hinder them, but impossible to stop them.
The wretch who lives without freedom feels like dressing in the mud from the streets Those who have you, o Liberty, do not know. you. Those who do not have you should not speak of you, but win you.
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.