"We must know where we are and who we can rely on. If we want fighting men, we must make them. Have the wherewithal to strike. That can do no harm...How many of us are there? We cannot put the work off till tomorrow. Revolutionaries should always be ready; progress has no time to lose. Beware the unexpected. We have to go over all the seams we've made and see if they hold."
To the Friends of the ABC in Saint-Denis, Book 1 Chapter VI
Whether it’s Courfeyrac and his latest amusement, or Marius and the girl he says has changed his world, so often I just want to take them by the shoulders and make them see the foolishness of their diversions. What good is it to be in love with another, if you have no home to share? If you cannot be free in that home? What chance does romance have if it must make its own home in oppression?
This is why we must fight. It is neither the greatest nor the least of the reasons why, but it is why. We must strive toward a greater goal. At the end of the day, none of our lonely souls matter. We fight for France. And Lamarque’s death — this man of the people — is the spark that lights our opening salvo.
I have told Marius this, and the words still ring true: “France needs no Corsica to be great. France is great because she is France. Quia nominor leo.” She is my great love, France. My Patria. A new day is dawning, and I will be there to carry her into it.