He who would love much has also much to suffer.

Tomorrow at 7, I shall be shot; but I am innocent of the crime of rebellion. I am going to die with a tranquil conscience.

I wish to show those who deny us Patriotism that we know how to die for our country and convictions.

To the questioning glance of love, as it flashes out and then conceals itself, speech has no reply; the smile, the kiss, the sigh answer.

Let us not ask for miracles, let us not ask for concern with what is good for the country of him who comes as a stranger to make his fortune and leave afterwards.

For myself I think that one wrong does not right the other, and forgiveness cannot be won with useless tears or alms to the Church.

What is death to me? I have sown the seeds others will reap.