A grain of poetry suffices to season a century.
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.
Liberty is the right of every man to be honest, to think and to speak without hypocrisy.
It is terrible to speak of you, Liberty, for one who lives without you.
It is the duty of man to raise up man.
Just as he who gives his life to serve a great idea is admirable, he who avails himself of a great idea to serve his personal hopes of glory and power is abominable, even if he too risks his life.
A child who does not think about what happens around him and is content with living without wondering whether he lives honestly is like a man who lives from a scoundrel's work and is on the road to being a scoundrel.
A child, from the time he can think, should think about all he sees, should suffer for all who cannot live with honesty, should work so that all men can be honest, and should be honest himself.
A genuine man goes to the roots. To be a radical is no more than that: to go to the roots.
Like bones to the human body, the axle to the wheel, the wing to the bird, and the air to the wing, so is liberty the essence of life. Whatever is done without it is imperfect.
Love is the bond between men, the way to teach and the center of the world.
Man is a living duty, a depository of powers that he must not leave in a brute state. Man is a wing.
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.
Men are like the stars; some generate their own light while others reflect the brilliance they receive.
Men of action, above all those whose actions are guided by love, live forever.
One is guilty of all abjection that one does not help to relieve.
Only those who spread treachery, fire, and death out of hatred for the prosperity of others are undeserving of pity.
Other famous men, those of much talk and few deeds, soon evaporate. Action is the dignity of greatness.
Others go to bed with their mistresses; I with my ideas.
Peoples are made of hate and of love, and more of hate than love.
Talent is a gift that brings with it an obligation to serve the world, and not ourselves, for it is not of our making.
The force of passion is balanced by the force of interest.
The struggles waged by nations are weak only when they lack support in the hearts of their women.
The vote is a trust more delicate than any other, for it involves not just the interests of the voter, but his life, honor and future as well.
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.