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

Justice Is The First Virtue Of Those Who Command, And Stops The Complaints Of Those Who Obey.

There Comes A Moment During Which Almost Every Girl Or Boy Falls Into Melancholy; They Are Tormented By A Vague Inquietude Which Rests On Everything And Finds Nothing To Calm It. They Seek Solitude; They Weep; The Silence To Be Found In Cloister Attracts Them: The Image Of Peace That Seems To Reign In Religious Houses Seduces Them. They Mistake The First Manifestations Of A Developing Sexual Nature For The Voice Of God Calling Them To Himself; And It Is Precisely When Nature Is Inciting Them That They Embrace A Fashion Of Life Contrary To Nature's Wish.

Gratitude Is A Burden, And Every Burden Is Made To Be Shaken Off.

Isn't It Better To Have Men Being Ungrateful Than To Miss A Chance To Do Good?