A Usurper Always Distrusts The

For One To Grasp, Whatever Be His Object, Sov'reign Power ... Is An Act Of Perilous Presumption.

There Is A Silence, The Child Of Love, Which Expresses Everything, And Proclaims More Loudly Than The Tongue Is Able To Do; There Are Movements That Are Involuntary Proofs Of What The Soul Feels.

A Usurper Always Distrusts The Whole World.

For 'tis Impossible Hate To Return With Love.

Joy, When It Is Excessive, Overcomes As Much As Grief.