Thou Makest The Man, O

The People Will Not Allow Themselves To Be Changed Into Hogs By The Circes Of Atheism. Their Souls Will Flash Indignation Against Their Transformers. A Day Will Come When They Will See That They Are Impoverished Under The Pretext Of Being Enriched; That, When They Are Robbed Of Their Souls And Of God, Both Their Titles To Liberty Are Stolen From Them.

What Mortal Is There, Over Whose First Joys And Happiness Does Not Break Some Storm, Dispelling With Its Icy Breath His Fanciful Illusions, And Shattering His Altar?

Private Passions Grow Tired And Wear Themselves Out; Political Passions, Never.

History Is Neither More Nor Less Than Biography On A Large Scale.

The More I See Of The Representatives Of The People, The More I Admire My Dogs.