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We Have Never Heard The Devil's Side Of The Story, God Wrote All The Book.

We Find It Hard To Picture To Ourselves The State Of Mind Of A Man Of Older Days Who Firmly Believed That The Earth Was The Centre Of The Universe, And That All The Heavenly Bodies Revolved Around It. He Could Feel Beneath His Feet The Writhings Of The Damned Amid The Flames; Very Likely He Had Seen With His Own Eyes And Smelt With His Own Nostrils The Sulphurous Fumes Of Hell Escaping From Some Fissure In The Rocks. Looking Upwards, He Beheld ... The Incorruptible Firmament, Wherein The Stars Hung Like So Many Lamps.

That Man Is Prudent Who Neither Hopes Nor Fears Anything From The Uncertain Events Of The Future.

A People Living Under The Perpetual Menace Of War And Invasion Is Very Easy To Govern. It Demands No Social Reform. It Does Not Haggle Over Expenditures For Armaments And Military Equipment. It Pays Without Discussion, It Ruins Itself, And That Is An Excellent Thing For The Syndicates Of Financiers And Manufacturers For Whom Patriotic Terrors Are An Abundant Source Of Gain.

Chance Is Perhaps The Pseudonym Of God When He Did Not Want To Sign.