Sergent, turning round, enraged and furious, exclaimed, "MADAM, HAVE YOU NO HUMANITY ?") "Yes, for all that lives," repeated Robespierre, tenderly.
"Good Couthon,--poor Couthon! Ah, the malice of men!--how we are misrepresented! To be calumniated as the executioners of our colleagues! Ah, it is THAT which pierces the heart! To be an object of terror to the enemies of our country,--THAT is noble; but to be an object of terror to the good, the patriotic, to those one loves and reveres,--THAT is the most terrible of human tortures at least, to a susceptible and honest heart!" (Not to fatigue the reader with annotations, I may here observe that nearly every sentiment ascribed in the text to Robespierre is to be found expressed in his various discourses.) "How I love to hear him!" ejaculated Couthon.
"Hem!" said Payan, with some impatience.

"But now to business!" "Ah, to business!" said Robespierre, with a sinister glance from his bloodshot eyes.
"The time has come," said Payan, "when the safety of the Republic demands a complete concentration of its power.

These brawlers of the Comite du Salut Public can only destroy; they cannot construct.

They hated you, Maximilien, from the moment you attempted to replace anarcy by institutions.

How they mock at the festival which proclaimed the acknowledgment of a Supreme Being: they would have no ruler, even in heaven! Your clear and vigorous intellect saw that, having wrecked an old world, it became necessary to shape a new one.