Mil huit cent onze ! — Ô temps où des peuples sans nombre Attendaient prosternés sous un nuage sombre Que le ciel eût dit oui !
La conscience de l'homme c'est la pensée de Dieu.
Mieux vaudrait encore un enfer intelligent qu'un paradis bête.
Le plus sage en ce monde immense est le plus ivre.
L'odieux est la porte de sortie du ridicule.
Ô souvenirs ! printemps ! aurore !
Les plus petits animaux ont les plus grosses vermines et les plus petits esprits ont les plus gros préjugés.
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