The God Of The Christians

The Pit Of A Theatre Is The One Place Where The Tears Of Virtuous And Wicked Men Alike Are Mingled.

The First Promise Exchanged By Two Beings Of Flesh Was At The Foot Of A Rock That Was Crumbling Into Dust; They Took As Witness For Their Constancy A Sky That Is Not The Same For A Single Instant; Everything Changed In Them And Around Them, And They Believed Their Hearts Free Of Vicissitudes. O Children! Always Children!

The Enjoyment Of Freedom Which Could Be Exercised Without Any Motivation Would Be The Real Hallmark Of A Maniac.

Man Was Born To Live With His Fellow Human Beings. Separate Him, Isolate Him, His Character Will Go Bad, A Thousand Ridiculous Affects Will Invade His Heart, Extravagant Thoughts Will Germinate In His Brain, Like Thorns In An Uncultivated Land.

Which Is The Greater Merit, To Enlighten The Human Race, Which Remains Forever, Or To Save One's Fatherland, Which Is Perishable?