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.
To use for our exclusive benefit what is not ours is theft.
Fortunately, there is a sane equilibrium in the character of nations, as there is in that of men.
A grain of poetry suffices to season a century.
Perhaps the enemies of liberty are such only because they judge it by its loud voice.
He who does not see things in their depth should not call himself a radical.
It is terrible to speak of you, Liberty, for one who lives without you.
