"Pity the nation that wears a cloth it does not weave, eats a bread it does not harvest, and drinks a wine that flows not from its wine-press."

"and whose art is the art of patching and mimicking."

"Pity the nation that raises not its voice save when it walks in a funeral, boast not except among ruins, and will rebel not save when its neck is laid between the sword and the bock."

"Pity a nation that is full of beliefs and empty of religion"