GIUSEPPE GARIBALDI

When Garibaldi passed through a village you would not have said he was a general, but the head of a new religion followed by a crowd of fanatics.

I offer neither pay, nor quarters, nor provisions; I offer hunger, thirst, forced marches, battles and death. Let him who loves his country in his heart and not with his lips only, follow me.

Ah, no, far be from me a thought which I loathe like poison.

Let him who loves his country in his heart, and not his lips only, follow me.

Here we shall make Italy- or die!

You, too, women, cast away all the cowards from your embraces; they will give you only cowards for children, and you who are the daughters of the land of beauty must bear children who are noble and brave.

Anyone who wants to carry on the war against the outsiders, come with me. I can’t offer you either honours or wages; I offer you hunger, thirst, forced marches, battles and death. Anyone who loves his country, follow me.

The mission of this corps will be, as it has always been, based on complete self-sacrifice for the regeneration of the fatherland.

The priest is the personification of falsehood.

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.

America is a land in which a man forgets his native country.

Ah, no, far be from me a thought which I loathe like poison.

Yes, young men, Italy owes to you an undertaking which has merited the applause of the universe. You have conquered and you will conquer still, because you are prepared for the tactics that decide the fate of battles.

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.

The priest is the personification of falsehood.

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.

You, too, women, cast away all the cowards from your embraces; they will give you only cowards for children, and you who are the daughters of the land of beauty must bear children who are noble and brave.

I utter this word with deepest affection and from the very bottom of my heart.

Apart from these, let all others remain to guard our glorious banners.

We shall meet again before long to march to new triumphs.

It would be difficult to find another spot on Earth that presents so many objects of past grandeur and present misery as the Roman Campagna. The ruins, scattered on all sides, give pleasure to the antiquary … but the lover of mankind mourns over it as a graveyard of past glories, with the priests for sextons.

Anyone who wants to carry on the war against the outsiders, come with me. I can’t offer you either honours or wages; I offer you hunger, thirst, forced marches, battles and death. Anyone who loves his country, follow me.

I offer neither pay, nor quarters, nor provisions; I offer hunger, thirst, forced marches, battles and death. Let him who loves his country in his heart and not with his lips only, follow me.

America is a land in which a man forgets his native country.

The Italians of today think of the belly, not of the soul.

The mission of this corps will be, as it has always been, based on complete self-sacrifice for the regeneration of the fatherland.

Here we shall make Italy- or die!

Posterity will call you the great emancipator, a more enviable title than any crown could be, and greater than any merely mundane treasure.

A bold onset is half the battle.

Let him who loves his country in his heart, and not his lips only, follow me.