The reader will pardon us another little digression; foreign to the object of this book but characteristic and useful...
The scaffold is the accomplice of the executioner; it devours, it eats flesh, it drinks blood; the scaffold is a sort of monster fabricated by the judge and the carpenter, a spectre which seems to live with a horrible vitality composed of all the death which it has inflicted.
Let us come to an understanding about equality; for, if liberty is the summit, equality is the base.
No corruption is possible with the diamond.
When one does wrong, one must do it thoroughly.
As time rolls on, however, we discover that duty is a series of compromises; we contemplate life, regard its end, and submit; but it is a submission which makes the heart bleed.