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

Love your country. Your country is the land where your parents sleep, where is spoken that language in which the chosen of your heart, blushing, whispered the first word of love; it is the home that God has given you that by striving to perfect yourselves therein you may prepare to ascend to him.

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

God holds with the strong.

Art does not imitate, but interpret.

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.

The religion of humanity is love.