Giuseppe Garibaldi: “Rome, once the capital of the world, now the capital of a sect!”

How everything is embellished by the feelings of youth, and how beautiful appeared, to my ardent eyes, the bark in which I was to navigate the Mediterranean, when I stepped on board as a sailor for the first time!

Spurning every suggestion of fear, she came forward to the assistance of the tortured prisoner; and from that time I wanted nothing—thanks to my benefactress!

The Rome which I had painted in my imagination, no longer existed.

We were in danger of growing up with only selfish and mercenary views: nothing was offered us as a reward for anything we could do, but money.