The Beginnings Of All Things Are Small.

Neither Can Embellishments Of Language Be Found Without Arrangement And Expression Of Thoughts, Nor Can Thoughts Be Made To Shine Without The Light Of Language.

Even While Jerusalem Was Standing And The Jews Were At Peace With Us, The Practice Of Their Sacred Rites Was At Variance With The Glory Of Our Empire, The Dignity Of Our Name, The Customs Of Our Ancestors.

Guilt Is Present In The Very Hesitation, Even Though The Deed Be Not Committed.

They Are, All Of Them, Born With Raging Fanaticism In Their Hearts, Just As The Bretons And The Germans Are Born With Blond Hair. I Would Not Be In The Least Bit Surprised If These People Would Not Some Day Become Deadly To The Human Race.

No Tempest Or Conflagration, However Great, Is Harder To Quell Than Mob Carried Away By The Novelty Of Power.