That would be cool ceremony called marriage, would you have decorated your birth better than the last kiss your parents were to God, the people and the executioners, the sacrament of blood that brought them together in eternity? … The daughter of James Evrard! Peasant or soldier, no man has surpassed in nobility, and if the noble is the prize of the rarest actions, does that transmits it to yours is no more noble than the one who receives it? Nacer is noble work of chance! be its highest value is the fortune of heroism. A peasant! they say. Do not know, silly things, that the nobility dates from the great political revolutions, it is born, ages and renews with the empire? The true nobility, as understood in monarchies, a king is born and dies with him. It shines more than about a throne rises or falls a throne. The warriors raise a king over his flag, the warriors who die with their race, behold the nobles. I do not recognize more titles that have been sealed with the sword or punished on the scaffold. The rest is plain that a state illustrated with letters of nobility.

Besides, what matters in the current state of society? After an order of things has done, not the nobles that remain, but the heroes. No one cares more now the father of Coriolanus that of Spartacus.