If suffer we must, let's suffer on the heights.

At the shrine of friendship never say die, let the wine of friendship never run dry

People weighed down with troubles do not look back; they know only too well that misfortune stalks them.

He sought...to transform the grief which looks down into the grave by showing it the grief which looks up to the stars.

Mothers arms are made of tenderness, And sweet sleep blesses the child who lies therein.

That men saw his mask, but the bishop saw his face. That men saw his life, but the bishop saw his conscience.

I represent a party which does not yet exist: the party Revolution-Civilization. This party will make the twentieth century. There will issue from it first the United States of Europe, then the United States of the World.