to all those unfortunate men who are widowers, I throw the sublime proclamation of Bonaparte to the army of Italy: "Soldiers, you are in need of everything; the enemy has it.

“The souls of the upright in sleep have vision of a mysterious heaven.”

“It is ourselves we have to fear. Prejudice is the real robber, and vice the rea…”

“The arms of mothers are made of tenderness; in them children sleep profoundly.”

“à des résultats magnifiques par des voies étroites”