Virtue Lies In The Middle

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

On This Battlefield Man Has No Better Weapon Than His Intelligence, No Other Force But His Heart.

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

No One Blames A Pilot Who Takes Refuge In Port When The Storm Begins To Blow. It Is Not Cowardice To Duck Under A Bullet; What Is Wrong Is To Defy It Only To Fall And Never Rise Again.

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.