The Heart May Be Broken, And The

History Is A Myth That Men Agree To Believe.

Let France Have Good Mothers, And She Will Have Good Sons.

The Bullet That Will Kill Me Is Not Yet Cast.

Our Credulity Is A Part Of The Imperfection Of Our Natures. It Is Inherent In Us To Desire To Generalize, When We Ought, On The Contrary, To Guard Ourselves Very Carefully From This Tendency.

Revolutions Are Like The Most Noxious Dungheaps, Which Bring Into Life The Noblest Vegetables.