Giuseppe Garibaldi: “A mountain of corpses shuts up, to the Pontiff, the way to that throne; and to ascend it again, the white stole of the…”

Although certainly not superstitious, often, amidst the most arduous scenes of my tumultuous life, when I have passed unharmed through the breakers of the ocean, or the hail-storms of battle, she has seemed present with me.

The sufferings which I endured after being unbound were indescribable: yet I did not complain.

In cases of difficulty or danger, I have never, in all my life, been disheartened.

There is not a spot of ground on earth in which do not lie the bones of some generous Italian, for whose sake Italy ought never to cease from the struggle until free herself.