O my Brothers! love your Country. Our Country is our home, the home which God has given us, placing therein a numerous family which we love and are loved by, and with which we have a more intimate and quicker communion of feeling and thought than with others; a family which by its concentration upon a given spot, and by the homogeneous nature of its elements, is destined for a special kind of activity.

Music is the harmonious voice of creation; an echo of the invisible world.

So long as you are ready to die for humanity, the life of your country is immortal.

Insurrection by means of guerrilla bands is the true method of warfare for all nations desirous of emancipating themselves from a foreign yoke. It is invincible, indestructible.

The family is the country of the heart.

Each of us brings with him an element, more or less important, of the life of humanity to come.

Pardon is the virtue of victory.