“The nobility of motherhood preserves, among thousands of natural and vibrant hearts, its own pale radiance. Today, the maternal essence moves just as it did in the days when the first women felt their bodies stirred by its indescribable thrills. From that hour women are no longer the same. Yesterday they were hurried, their eyes clear, their souls empty, their lips distracted. The life born in them, like a hidden flowering, suddenly gives them gravity, confidence, a great and proud force, the certainty of creating, of giving, and the emotional charm of the living mystery that will one day be born through their pain…. The faces of mothers are noble, supremely clear, rejuvenated by the presence of willfully innocent lives even through a thousand days of hardship.”

— Léon Degrelle, The Burning Souls