When There Is In Nature No Fixed

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.

I Do Not Write For This Generation. I Am Writing For Other Ages. If This Could Read Me, They Would Burn My Books, The Work Of My Whole Life. On The Other Hand, The Generation Which Interprets These Writings Will Be An Educated Generation; They Will Understand Me And Say: Not All Were Asleep In The Nighttime Of Our Grandparents.

The Glory Of Saving A Country Is Not For Him Who Has Contributed To Its Ruin.

Friar! What A Strange Name. I Don't Remember Having Created Such A Thing!

No One Has A Monopoly Of The True God, Nor Is There A Nation Or Religion That Can Claim, Or At Any Rate Prove, That It Has Been Given The Exclusive Right To The Creator Or Sole Knowledge Of His Being.