It is only the dead who do not return.

The tree of liberty grows only when watered by the blood of tyrants. [Fr., L'arbre de la liberte ne croit qu'arrose par le sang des tyrans.]

In spite of their hats being very ugly, Goddam! I love the English. [Fr., Quoique leurs chapeaux sont bien laids, Goddam! j'aime les anglais.]

Let Pitt then boast of his victory to his nation of shopkeepers--(Nation Boutiquiere).

To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already three parts dead.

Most people would rather die than think: many do.