The honor of a country depends much more on removing its faults than on boasting of its qualities.

Men of great genius and large heart sow the seeds of a new degree of progress in the world, but they bear fruit only after many years.

God has given you your country as cradle, and humanity as mother; you cannot rightly love your brethren of the cradle if you love not the common mother.

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.

In ourselves, rather than in material nature, lie the true source and life of the beautiful. The human soul is the sun which diffuses light on every side, investing creation with its lovely hues, and calling forth the poetic element that lies hidden in every existing thing.

Tradition and conscience are the two wings given to the human soul to reach the truth.

Without Country you have neither name, token, voice, nor rights, no admission as brothers into the fellowship of the Peoples.