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“Man's destructive hand spares nothing that lives; he kills to feed himself, he kills to clothe himself, he kills to adorn himself, he kills to attack, he kills to defend himself, he kills to instruct himself, he kills to amuse himself, he kills for the sake of killing. Proud and terrible king, he needs everything and nothing resists him ... from the lamb he tears its guts and makes his harp resound ... from the wolf his most deadly tooth to polish his pretty works of art; from the elephant his tusks to make a toy for his child - his table is covered with corpses ... And who in all of this will exterminate him who exterminates all others? Himself. It is man who is charged with the slaughter of man ... So it is accomplished ... the first law of the violent destruction of living creatures. The whole earth, perpetually steeped in blood, is nothing but a vast altar upon which all that is living must be sacrificed without end, without measure, without pause, until the consummation of things, until evil is extinct, until the death of death.”

Quote by Joseph de Maistre

Book:St Petersburg Dialogues: Or Conversations on the Temporal Government of Providence
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St Petersburg Dialogues: Or Conversations on the Temporal Government of Providence

This work is a collection of dialogues that delve into the concept of divine providence, examining its role in shaping the temporal aspects of human life. The discussions take place in the historical context of St Petersburg, offering a unique perspective on the intersection of faith and governance. more

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Joseph de Maistre
Joseph de Maistre

Joseph de Maistre was a French philosopher known for his conservative political theories, which had a profound impact on 19th-century European political philosophy. more

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