Peoples Are Made Of Hate And Of

The Force Of Passion Is Balanced By The Force Of Interest.

Others Go To Bed With Their Mistresses; I With My Ideas.

Habit Creates The Appearance Of Justice; Progress Has No Greater Enemy Than Habit.

Only Those Who Spread Treachery, Fire, And Death Out Of Hatred For The Prosperity Of Others Are Undeserving Of Pity.

Fortunately, There Is A Sane Equilibrium In The Character Of Nations, As There Is In That Of Men.