Revolution begins in putting on bright colors.

Rebellion is no less a sin than divination.

All civilization has from time to time become a thin crust over a volcano of revolution.

This country, with its institutions, belongs to the people who inhabit it. Whenever they shall grow weary of the existing government, they can exercise their constitutional right of amending it, or their revolutionary right to dismember or overthrow it.

The brutalities of progress are called revolutions. When they are over we realize this: that the human has been roughly handled, but that it has advanced.

All revolutions devour their own children.

Nothing is more unpredictable than the mob, nothing more obscure than public opinion, nothing more deceptive than the whole political system.

The children of the revolution are always ungrateful, and the revolution must be grateful that it is so.

Revolutions are celebrated when they are no longer dangerous.