It Is Not The Criminals

When There Is In Nature No Fixed Condition, How Much Less Must There Be In The Life Of A People, Beings Endowed With Mobility And Movement!

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.

In The Middle Ages, Everything Bad Was The Work Of The Devil, Everything Good, The Work Of God. Today, The French See Everything In Reverse And Blame The Germans For It.

Virtue Lies In The Middle Ground.

Law Has No Skin, Reason Has No Nostrils.