To me, it seems a dreadful indignity to have a soul controlled by geography.
Nationalism is a silly cock crowing on his own dunghill.
Nationalism is an infantile disease. It is the measles of mankind.
No matter that patriotism is too often the refuge of scoundrels. Dissent, rebellion, and all-around hell-raising remain the true duty of patriots.
On what rests the hope of the republic? One country, one language, one flag!