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In The Tumult Of Men And Events, Solitude Was My Temptation; Now It Is My Friend. What Other Satisfaction Can Be Sought Once You Have Confronted History?

France Has No Friends, Only Interests.

War Stirs In Men's Hearts The Mud Of Their Worst Instincts. It Puts A Premium On Violence, Nourishes Hatred, And Gives Free Rein To Cupidity. It Crushes The Weak, Exalts The Unworthy, And Bolsters Tyranny .. .time And Time Again It Has Destroyed All Ordered Living, Devastated Hope, And Put The Prophets To Death.

Difficulty Attracts The Man Of Character Because It Is In Embracing It That He Realizes Himself

Once Upon A Time There Was An Old Country, Wrapped Up In Habit And Caution. We Have To Transform Our Old France Into A New Country And Marry It To Its Time.