Your words smell of corpses.

The revolution must end and the republic must begin. In our constitution, right must take the place of duty, welfare that of virtue, and self-defense that of punishment. Everyone must be able to prevail and to live according to one’s own nature.

Government must be a transparent garment which tightly clings to the people’s body.

The weapon of the Republic is terror, and virtue is its strength.

The revolutionary government is the despotism of liberty against tyranny.

The breath of an aristocrat is the death rattle of freedom.

We are always on stage, even when we are stabbed in earnest at the end.

A good man with a good conscience doesn’t walk so fast.

The life of the wealthy is one long Sunday.

The world is chaos. Nothingness is the yet-to-be-born god of the world.