I have a taste for fruits, my fairest! And Republics, my bright Lutetia, can give you splendid honours.' He helped her to realize this with the assuring splendour of his eyes.
'"Bride of the Elect of the People!" is not that as glorious a title, think you, as queen of an hereditary sovereign mumbling of God's grace on his worm-eaten throne?
I win that seat by service, by the dedication of this brain to the people's interests.

They have been ground to the dust, and I lift them, as I did a persecuted lady in my boyhood.

I am the soldier of justice against the army of the unjust.

But I claim my reward.

If I live to fight, I live also to enjoy.