The priest is the personification of falsehood.
Give me the ready hand rather than the ready tongue.
We shall meet again before long to march to new triumphs.
Ah, no, far be from me a thought which I loathe like poison.
Apart from these, let all others remain to guard our glorious banners.
I utter this word with deepest affection and from the very bottom of my heart.
If these hands, used to fighting, would be acceptable to His Holiness, we most thankfully dedicate them to the service of him who deserves so well of the Church and of the fatherland.
Let those only return to their homes who are called by the imperative duties which they owe to their families, and those who by their glorious wounds have deserved the credit of their country.
I offer neither pay, nor quarters, nor food; I offer only hunger, thirst, forced marches, battles and death. Let him who loves his country with his heart, and not merely with his lips, follow me.
To this wonderful page in our country's history another more glorious still will be added, and the slave shall show at last to his free brothers a sharpened sword forged from the links of his fetters.