Habit With It's Iron Sinews,

France Is Revolutionary Or She Is Nothing At All. The Revolution Of1789 Is Her Political Religion.

All Our Tastes Are But Reminiscences.

The Greatness Of A Popular Character Is Less According To The Ratio Of His Genius Than The Sympathy He Shows With The Prejudices And Even The Absurdities Of His Time. Fanatics Do Not Select The Cleverest But The Most Fanatical Leaders As Was Evidenced In The Choice Of Robespierre By The French Jacobins, And In That Of Cromwell By The English Puritans.

Private Passions Tire And Exhaust Themselves, Public Ones Never.

My Mother Was Convinced, And On This Head I Have Retained Her Firm Belief, That To Kill Animals For The Purpose Of Feeding On Their Flesh Is One Of The Most Deplorable And Shameful Infirmities Of The Human State; That It Is One Of Those Curses Cast Upon Man Either By His Fall, Or By The Obduracy Of His Own Perversity.