Les lois font les bagnes, les mœurs font les lupanars. La lumière crée le peuple, la nuit enfante la plèbe. La veste rouge du forçat est taillée dans la robe rouge du juge.
[…] Le bonheur, amie, est chose grave. Il veut des cœurs de bronze et lentement s'y grave.
Tout est plein d'âmes.
[…] Sachant que c'est à l'ironie Que commence la liberté.
Quand le poète peint l'enfer, il peint sa vie.
J'ai l'habit d'un laquais et vous en avez l'âme.
Quand la liberté rentrera, je rentrerai.
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