But that People which forgets God,
forgets itself. What right has it to be a People,
if it have not its origin and hope in Him? How
can the men of any nation expect tyrants to remember
and respect its destiny, if they themselves debase
this destiny to that of a machine with ten fingers,
destined to weave the greatest possible number of yards
of cloth in seventy years, to people as many hundred
acres as possible with creatures as much to be pitied
and as miserable as themselves, and to serve, from
generation to generation, as human manure for the
land, to fertilize the soil of their birth, their life,
and their graves? How can the moral spiritualism
of a People long resist such theories? Where
can they find God in this workshop of matter?