Quote by Thomas Paine

Everything that is right or natural pleads for separation. The blood of the slain, the weeping voice of nature cries, 'Tis time to part.

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Summary

This quote suggests that there are certain situations in which separation or division is not only justified but also necessary. The phrase "everything that is right or natural" implies that when circumstances align with what is considered morally correct or in line with the natural order of things, it becomes evident that separation is the appropriate course of action. The metaphorical references to "the blood of the slain" and "the weeping voice of nature" further emphasize the urgency and inevitability of parting ways.

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Democracy

By Thomas Paine

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