The wind of revolutions is not tractable.
If you have not seen the day of Revolution in a small town where all know all in the town and always have known all, you have seen nothing.
The danger lies not in that fantastic revolutionary hydra, but in the obstinacy of traditionalism clogging progress.
Revolution is just one crowd taking power from another.
Would you realize what Revolution is, call it Progress; and would you realize what Progress is, call it Tomorrow.
Revolution, my dear prince, is not the substitution of immoral for moral, or of illegitimate for legitimate violence; it is simply the pitting of power against power, where the issue is freedom for the winners and enslavement of the rest.
Every revolutionary ends by becoming either an oppressor or a heretic.