Giuseppe Garibaldi: “Italy, trampling on the fragments of her chains, points to the north—the path of honor, toward the last lurking-place of…”

My heart had never been hardened; and I was generous.

When I recur to the principles which were inculcated at school, and the motives used to encourage us to study, I am now able to understand their unsoundness and their evil tendency.

Even in exile, these feelings were constantly cherished in my heart; and often, very often, have I prayed to the Almighty to permit me to see that city once more.

In mentioning my mother—I speak it with pride—she was a model for mothers; and, in saying this, I have said all that can be said.