There Can Be No Tyrants Where There

Oh How Beautiful To Fall To Give You Flight, To Die To Give You Life, To Rest Under Your Sky; And In Your Enchanted Land Forever Sleep.

A God Who Chastises Our Lack Of Faith, Our Vices, The Little Esteem In Which We Hold Dignity And The Civic Virtues. We Tolerate Vice, We Make Ourselves Its Accomplices, At Times We Applaud It, And It Is Just, Very Just That We Suffer The Consequences, That Our Children Suffer Them. It Is The God Of Liberty ... Who Obliges Us To Love It, By Making The Yoke Heavy For Us - A God Of Mercy, Of Equity, Who While He Chastises Us Betters Us And Only Grants Prosperity To Him Who Has Merited It Through His Efforts. The School Of Suffering Tempers, The Arena Of Combat Strengthens The Soul.

The Appetite Is Sharpened By The First Bites.

The People Do Not Complain Because They Have No Voice; Do Not Move Because They Are Lethargic, And You Say That They Do Not Suffer Because You Have Not Seen Their Hearts Bleed.

On This Battlefield Man Has No Better Weapon Than His Intelligence, No Other Force But His Heart.