Alexander fell on his sofa by dint of laughing."I believe all that like you," he said, " for I know well that only by faith can I be saved, and that I shall not be saved by my works."" Ah! Holy Father," said Pic, " you have need of neither works nor faith;that is good for poor profane people like us; but you who are vice-god can believe and do all you want to.You have the keys of heaven; and without a doubt St.Peter will not close the door in your face.But for myself, I avow I should need potent protection if, being only a poor prince, Ihad slept with my daughter, and if I had used the stiletto and the cantarella as often as your Holiness."Alexander could take a jest." Let us talk seriously," he said to Prince della Mirandola."Tell me what merit one can have in telling God that one is persuaded of things of which in fact one cannot be persuaded? Wbat pleasure can that give God? Between ourselves, saying that one believes what is impossible to believe is lying."Pico della Mirandola made a great sign of the cross." EhI paternal God," he cried, " may your Holiness pardon me, you are not a Christian."" No, by my faith," said the Pope." I thought as much," said Pico della Mirandola.Philosophical Dictionary: Fatherland FATHERLAND A YOUNG journeyman pastrycook who had been to college, and who still knew a few of Cicero's phrases, boasted one day of loving his fatherland."What do you mean by your fatherland?" a neighbour asked him."Is it your oven? is it the village where you were born and which you have never seen since? is it the street where dwelled your father and mother who have been ruined and have reduced you to baking little pies for a living? is it the town-hall where you will never be police superintendent's clerk? is it the church of Our Lady where you have not been able to become a choir-boy, while an absurd man is archbishop and duke with an income of twenty thousand golden louis?"The journeyman pastrycook did not know what to answer.A thinker who was listening to this conversation, concluded that in a fatherland of some extent there were often many thousand men who had no fatherland.
You, pleasure loving Parisian, who have never made any, great journey save that to Dieppe to eat fresh fish; who know nothing but your varnished town house, your pretty country house, and your box at that Opera where the rest of Europe persists in feeling bored; who speak your own language agreeably enough because you know no other, you love all that, and you love further the girls you keep, the champagne which comes to you from Rheims, the dividends which the Hotel-de-Ville pays you every six months, and you say you love your fatherland !
In all conscience, does a financier cordially love his fatherland?
The officer and the soldier who will pillage their winter quarters, if one lets them, have they a very warm love for the peasants they ruin?
Where was the fatherland of the scarred Duc de Guise, was it in Nancy, Paris, Madrid, Rome?
What fatherland have you, Cardinals de La Balue, Duprat, Lorraine, Mazarin?
Where was the fatherland of Attila and of a hundred heroes of this type?
I would like someone to tell me which was Abraham's fatherland.
The first man to write that the fatherland is wherever one feels comfortable was, I believe, Euripides in his "Phaeton." But the first man who left his birthplace to seek his comfort elsewhere had said it before him.
Where then is the fatherland? Is it not a good field, whose owner, lodged in a well-kept house, can say: "This field that I till, this house that I have built, are mine; I live there protected by laws which no tyrant can infringe.When those who, like me, possess fields and houses, meet in their common interest, I have my voice in the assembly; I am a part of everything, a part of the community, a part of the dominion; there is my fatherland."?
Well now, is it better for your fatherland to be a monarchy or a republic?
For four thousand years has this question been debated.Ask the rich for an answer, they all prefer aristocracy; question the people, they want democracy: only kings prefer royalty.How then is it that nearly the whole world is governed by monarchs? Ask the rats who proposed to hang a bell round the cat's neck.But in truth, the real reason is, as has been said, that men are very rarely worthy of governing themselves.
It is sad that often in order to be a good patriot one is the enemy of the rest of mankind.To be a good patriot is to wish that one's city may be enriched by trade, and be powerful by arms.It is clear that one country cannot gain without another loses, and that it cannot conquer without ****** misery.Such then is the human state that to wish for one's country's greatness is to wish harm to one's neighbours.He who should wish that his fatherland might never be greater, smaller, richer, poorer, would be the citizen of the world.Philosophical Dictionary: Final Causes FINAL CAUSES IF a clock is not made to tell the hour, I will then admit that final causes are chimeras; and I shall consider it quite right for people to call me " cause-finalier, " that is--an imbecile.
All the pieces of the machine of this world seem, however, made for each other.A few philosophers affect to mock at the final causes rejected by Epicurus and Lucretius.It is, it seems to me, at Epicurus and Lucretius rather that they should mock.They tell you that the eye is not made for seeing, but that man has availed himself of it for this purpose when he perceived that eyes could be so used.According to them, the mouth is not made for speaking, for eating, the stomach for digesting, the heart for receiving the blood from the veins and for dispatching it through the arteries, the feet for walking, the ears for hearing.These persons avow nevertheless that tailors make them coats to clothe them, and masons houses to lodge them, and they dare deny to nature, to the great Being, to the universal Intelligence, what they accord to the least of their workmen.
