• Pity the nation that is full of beliefs and empty of religion.
  • Pity the nation that wears a cloth it does not weave, eats a bread it does not harvest.
  • Pity the nation that acclaims the bully as hero, and that deems the glittering conqueror bountiful.
  • Pity a nation that despises a passion in its dream, yet submits in its awakening.
  • Pity the nation that raises not its voice save when it walks in a funeral, boasts not except among its ruins, and will rebel not save when its neck is laid between the sword and the block.
  • Pity the nation whose statesman is a fox, whose philosopher is a juggler, and whose art is the art of patching and mimicking.
  • Pity the nation that welcomes its new ruler with trumpeting, and farewells him with hooting, only to welcome another with trumpeting again.
  • Pity the nation whose sages are dumb with years and whose strong men are yet in the cradle.
  • Pity the nation divided into fragments, each fragment deeming itself a nation.

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