Silence,--the Applause Of Real And Durable Impressions.

Eloquence Dwells Quite As Much In The Hearts Of The Hearers As On The Lips Of The Orator.

France Is Revolutionary Or She Is Nothing At All. The Revolution Of1789 Is Her Political Religion.

Poets And Heroes Are Of The Same Race, The Latter Do What The Former Conceive.

Civil Wars Leave Nothing But Tombs.

Music Is The Literature Of The Heart; It Commences Where Speech Ends.