Must men then be lucky in the means by which they are led on to happiness ?....

My rights (to property) are renewed along with my transpiration, circulate in my blood, are written on my nerves, on my heart....

Proclaim to the rich--your wealth is your misfortune, withdrawn within the latitude of your senses....

Let the enemies of nature at thy voice keep silence and swallow their rabid serpents' tongues....

The wretched shun the society of men, the tapestry of gayety turns to mourning....