Tribulation First Makes One Realize

No, Do Not Love Me, It Is Better To Give Me Death!

I Had Friends. The Idea Of Being Forever Separated From Them And From All Their Troubles Is One Of The Greatest Sorrows That I Suffer In Dying. Let Them At Least Know That To My Latest Moment I Thought Of Them.

It Is The Nature Of Human Beings, And Especially Of The Mediocre Ones, To Wish To Change Everything. They Desire It All The More Because They Know Popularity Will Accrue Rather To Those Who Disturb Than To Those Who Maintain Order.

Letting Everyone Down Would Be My Greatest Unhappiness.

I Trust We Shall Never Be Reduced To The Painful Extremity Of Seeking The Aid Of Mirabeau.