“That child [Robespierre] has eyes that look into your very soul.”
…So far as that went, this simple woman expressed the opinion of everyone. One can say that from his infancy Maximilien was condemned to the prison of his own heart. Never did he awake in others that warm and spontaneous sympathy nature grants to the larger portion of mankind. The sentiment he aroused from his earliest boyhood was a feeling in which hostility, submission, and esteem were mixed. No confidence, no tenderness was ever given him. His heart very soon closed, and among his noisy companions, always eager to share their little secrets, he at an early age formed the habit of keeping his impressions to himself.
Henri Beraud, My Friend Robespierre