I do not ask for my rights. I have no rights. I have only wrongs.

They serve God well, who serve his creatures.

Until I truly loved, I was alone.

A soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers, There was a lack of woman's nursing, there was dearth of woman's tears; But a comrade stood beside him, while his lifeblood ebbed away.

I do not ask for my rights. I have no rights. I have only wrongs.

A child's eyes, those clear wells of undefiled thought—what on earth can be more beautiful? Full of hope, love and curiosity, they meet your own.

Child murderers practice their profession without let or hindrance, and open infant butcheries unquestioned...Is there no remedy for all this ante-natal child murder?