In whom there is no love for the native land,
Those heartless beggars crippled.
Shevchenko T. G.
He who does not belong to his own country does not belong to humanity either.
I can not stand the enthusiastic patriots who travel forever on interjections, but I admit that calm skeptics, abstract people, passportless vagabonds are humble and unpleasant to me.
Every noble person is deeply aware of his consanguinity, his consanguineous relations with the fatherland.