If she had not dared to hope so much, she would have dared nothing: her faith was her strength.
From this day, Madame Roland felt a fire kindled within her which was never to be quenched but in her blood.

All the love which lay slumbering in her soul was converted into enthusiasm and devotion for the human race.

Her sensibility deceived--too ardent, unquestionably, for one man--spread over a nation.

She adored the Revolution like a lover.

She communicated this flame to her husband and to all her friends.