Virtue Lies In The Middle Ground.

On This Battlefield Man Has No Better Weapon Than His Intelligence, No Other Force But His Heart.

What Is Death To Me? I Have Sown The Seeds Others Will Reap.

No, Let Us Not Make God In Our Image, Poor Inhabitants That We Are Of A Distant Planet Lost In Infinite Space. However Brilliant And Sublime Our Intelligence May Be, It Is Scarcely More Than A Small Spark Which Shines And In An Instant Is Extinguished, And It Alone Can Give Us No Idea Of That Blaze, That Conflagration, That Ocean Of Light!

In The Middle Ages, Everything Bad Was The Work Of The Devil, Everything Good, The Work Of God. Today, The French See Everything In Reverse And Blame The Germans For It.

Why Independence? If The Slaves Of Today Will Be The Tyrants Of Tomorrow.