La science n'a pas de patrie.
Allons, enfants de la Patrie, Le jour de gloire est arrivé.
La langue est tout ce qui reste à celui qui est privé de sa patrie. Mais la langue, il est vrai, contient tout.
Une patrie se compose des morts qui l'ont fondée aussi bien que des vivants qui la continuent.
C'est la cendre des morts qui créa la patrie.
Où l'on est bien, là est la patrie.
Pour le roi, souvent ; pour la patrie, toujours.
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