In the nation’s eyes, the Bastille was the trophy of its servitude; it seemed erected at the entryway to Paris, across from the sixteen pillars of Mo… - François-Auguste-René de Chateaubriand

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In the nation’s eyes, the Bastille was the trophy of its servitude; it seemed erected at the entryway to Paris, across from the sixteen pillars of Montfaucon, as a gallows on which liberties were hanged.* By razing this fortress of the State, the people thought to break the military yoke and thereby tacitly agreed to take the place of the army that they were disbanding. And we know what marvels were born when the people became soldiers.

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About François-Auguste-René de Chateaubriand

François-René, vicomte de Chateaubriand (4 September 1768 – 4 July 1848) was a French writer, politician and diplomat, considered the founder of Romanticism in French literature.

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Native Name: François Auguste René de Chateaubriand
Alternative Names: François-René, vicomte de Chateaubriand François-Auguste-René, vicomte de Chateaubriand François-René, Vicomte de Chateaubriand vicomte de Chateaubriand François-René F. A. von Chateaubriand François René de Châteaubriand François-René de Châteaubriand

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if man is a mere mass of matter, there is in reality neither vice nor virtue, and of course morality is a mere sham

dacă omul este o simplă masă de materie, în realitate nu există nici viciu, nici virtute și, desigur, moralitatea este o simplă farsă

One is not, my dear sir, a superior man merely because one sees the world in an odious light. One only hates mankind and life itself through failing to look deeply enough.

Homem, tua estação migratória ainda não chegou. Espera que se levante o vento da morte, então desferirás o teu vôo para esses países ignorados que o teu coração deseja.

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