He had been fifteen times exiled, and condemned to death in his absence, when I met with him in Paris--the picture of heroic poverty, with a brown complexion and one lame leg.

Who could avoid falling in love with such a man?
I was proud when he proposed to devote me on the altar of his adopted country, as well as himself--me, and my money.

For, alas! everything is expensive in this world; including the destruction of tyrants and the saving of Freedom.

All my money went in helping the sacred cause of the people.

Dictators and filibusters flourished in spite of us.