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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.

Innocence Most Often Is A Good Fortune And Not A Virtue.

In Its Majestic Equality, The Law Forbids Rich And Poor Alike To Sleep Under Bridges, Beg In The Streets And Steal Loaves Of Bread.

For A Man’s Life Would Become Intolerable, If He Knew What Was Going To Happen To Him. He Would Be Made Aware Of Future Evils, And Would Suffer Their Agonies In Advance, While He Would Get No Joy Of Present Blessings Since He Would Know How They Would End. Ignorance Is The Necessary Condition Of Human Happiness, And It Has To Be Admitted That On The Whole Mankind Observes That Condition Well. We Are Almost Entirely Ignorant Of Ourselves; Absolutely Of Others. In Ignorance, We Find Our Bliss; In Illusions, Our Happiness.

All Changes, Even The Most Longed For, Have Their Melancholy; For What We Leave Behind Us Is A Part Of Ourselves; We Must Die To One Life Before We Can Enter Another.