The populace is like the sea motionless in itself, but stirred by every wind, even the lightest breeze.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Wind is a floating wave of air, whose undulation continually varies.
Law is stable; the societies we are speaking of are progressive. The greater or less happiness of a people depends on the degree of promptitude with which the gulf is narrowed.
Our lives feel like these epochs, but really, we are dust in the wind.
The wind from the Kingdom of Heaven has blown all over the world, and shall blow for centuries yet.
What is there more unruly than the sea, with its winds, its tornadoes, and its tempests? And yet in what department of her works has Nature been more seconded by the ingenuity of man than in this, by his inventions of sails and of oars?
'Air' is what the world looks like: An inconvenient mashup of human politics and divine geography. We leave bits and pieces of ourselves and our history in every place we encounter.
Sweet it is, when on the high seas the winds are lashing the waters, to gaze from the land on another's struggles.
Except when war is waged in a desert, noncombatants, also known as civilians or 'the people,' constitute the great majority of those affected.
Human misery must somewhere have a stop; there is no wind that always blows a storm.
The seas are quiet when the winds give o'er; So calm are we when passions are no more!