I Have Not The Hope Of Being

En Ge Ne Ral, Plus Un Peuple Est Civilise , Poli, Moins Ses Moeurs Sont Poe Tiques; Tout S'affaiblit En S'adoucissant. Ingeneral, Themore Civilized And Refinedthepeople, The Less Poetic Are Its Morals; Everything Weakens As It Mellows.

If You Disturb The Colors Of The Rainbow, The Rainbow Is No Longer Beautiful.

A Nation Which Thinks That It Is Belief In God And Not Good Law Which Makes People Honest Does Not Seem To Me Very Advanced.

Time, Matter, Space - All, It May Be, Are No More Than A Point.

Which Is The Greater Merit, To Enlighten The Human Race, Which Remains Forever, Or To Save One's Fatherland, Which Is Perishable?