The Corps Legislatif, the Senate, the Council of State, have all had their mouths sewn up.

There is no more fear of reading a fine speech when you wake up in the morning.

It is all over with everything that thought, that meditated, that created, that spoke, that sparkled, that shone among this great people.

Be proud, Frenchmen! Lift high your heads, Frenchmen! You are no longer anything, and this man is everything! He holds in his hand your intelligence, as a child holds a bird.

Any day he pleases, he can strangle the genius of France.