You speak about all as of your friends; you grieve for all, and you rejoice for all!" "For all, mother dear, for all! The world is ours! The world is for the workers! For us there is no nation, no race.

For us there are only comrades and foes.

All the workingmen are our comrades; all the rich, all the authorities are our foes.

When you see how numerous we workingmen are, how tremendous the power of the spirit in us, then your heart is seized with such joy, such happiness, such a great holiday sings in your bosom! And, mother, the Frenchman and the German feel the same way when they look upon life, and the Italian also.

We are all children of one mother--the great, invincible idea of the brotherhood of the workers of all countries over all the earth.