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No Nation Keeps Its Word. A Nation Is A Big, Blind Worm, Following What? Fate Perhaps. A Nation Has No Honor, It Has No Word To Keep.

Embrace Your Grief. For There, Your Soul Will Grow.

The Dream Arises From A Part Of The Mind Unknown To Us, But None The Less Important, And Is Concerned With The Desires For The Approaching Day.

It Is Proverbial, Of Course, That Man Never Learns From History, And, As A Rule, In Respect To A Problem Of The Present, It Can Teach Us Simply Nothing. The New Must Be Made Through Untrodden Regions, Without Suppositions, And Often, Unfortunately, Without Piety Also.

So They Speak Soothingly About Progress And The Greatest Possible Happiness, Forgetting That Happiness Is Itself Poisoned If The Measure Of Suffering Has Not Been Fulfilled.