|C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.|
| It is the toilet of death, but it leads to immortality.|
| I had rather be guillotined than a guillotiner.|
| I hope the edge of your guillotine is sharper than your scissors.|
| That a scaffold of execution should grow a scaffold of coronation.|
Sir P. Sidney.
| They are sending me to the scaffold. Well, my friends, we must go to it gayly.|
| When they go smiling to the scaffold, it is time to break in pieces the sickle of death.|
| Pardon, gentles all, the flat unraised spirits that have dared on this unworthy scaffold to bring forth so great an object.|
| I will never, for the future, paint the portrait of a tyrant until his head lies before me on the scaffold.|
J. L. David.