"The men of 'ninety-three did not wear them.

You can not make an omelette without first breaking the eggs.
"The pioneers of the future should march on, axe in hand! "The chrysalis of the people is not hatched upon roses! "Liberty is a goddess who demands great holocausts.

Had they made a Reign of Terror in 'forty-eight, they would now be masters!" These high-flown maxims astonished Louis de Camors.

In his youthful simplicity he had an infinite respect for the men who had governed his country in her darkest hour; not more that they had given up power as poor as when they assumed it, than that they left it with their hands unstained with blood: To this praise--which will be accorded them in history, which redresses many contemporary injustices--he added a reproach which he could not reconcile with the strange regrets of his uncle.

He reproached them with not having more boldly separated the New Republic, in its management and minor details, from the memories of the old one.