Frenchmen, let us love one another, my God! my God! 1et us love one another or we are lost.  Let us destroy, let us deny, let us annihilate politics, since it divides us and arms us against one another; let us ask from no one what he was and what he wanted yesterday.  Yesterday all the world was mistaken, let us know what we want today.  If it is not liberty for all and fraternity towards all, do not let us attempt to solve the problem of humanity, we are not worthy of defining it, we are not capable of comprehending it.  Equality is a thing that does not impose itself, it is a free plant that grows only on fertile lands, in salubrious air.  It does not take root on barricades, we know that now!  It is immediately trodden under the foot of the conqueror, whoever he may be.  Let us desire to establish it in our customs, let us be eager to consecrate it in our ideas.  Let us give it for a starting point, patriotic charity, love!  It is the part of a madman to think that one issues from a battle with respect for human rights.  All civil war has brought forth and will bring forth great crime....

Unfortunate International, is it true that you believe in the lie that strength is superior to right?  If you are as numerous, as powerful as one fancies, is it possible that you profess destruction and hatred as a duty?  No, your power is a phantom of death.  A great number of men of every nationality would not, could not, deliberate and act in favor of an iniquitous principle.  If you are the ferocious party of the European people, something like the Anabaptists of Munster, like them you will destroy yourself with your own hands.  If, on the contrary, you are a great and legitimate fraternal association, your duty is to enlighten your adherents and to deny those who cheapen and compromise your principles.  I hope still that you include in your bosom, humane and hard-working men in great numbers, and that they suffer and blush at seeing bandits take shelter under your name.  In this case your silence is inept and cowardly.  Have you not a single member capable of protesting against ignoble attacks, against idiotic principles, against furious madness?  Your chosen chiefs, your governors, your inspirers, are they all brigands and idiots?  No, it is impossible; there are no groups, there is no club, there are no crossroads where a voice of truth could not make itself heard.  Speak then, justify yourself, proclaim your gospel.  Dissolve yourself in order to make yourself over if the discord is in your own midst.  Make an appeal to the future if you are not an ancient invasion of Barbarians.  Tell those who still love the people what they ought to do for them, and if you have nothing to say, if you cannot speak a word of life, if the iniquities of your mysteries are sealed by fear, renounce noble sympathies, live on the scorn of honest folk, and struggle between the jailer and the police.