Man Works For An Object.

No, Let Us Not Make God In Our Image, Poor Inhabitants That We Are Of A Distant Planet Lost In Infinite Space. However Brilliant And Sublime Our Intelligence May Be, It Is Scarcely More Than A Small Spark Which Shines And In An Instant Is Extinguished, And It Alone Can Give Us No Idea Of That Blaze, That Conflagration, That Ocean Of Light!

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

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.

He Who Would Love Much Has Also Much To Suffer.

I Can Concede That The Government Has No Knowledge Of The People, But I Believe The People Know Less Of The Government. There Are Useless Officials, Evil, If You Like, But There Are Also Good Ones, And These Are Not Able To Accomplish Anything Because They Encounter An Inert Mass, The Population That Takes Little Part In Matters That Concern Them.