Maxioms by John Quincy Adams
Where annual elections end, there slavery begins.
Where annual elections end, there slavery begins.
Think of your forefathers! Think of your posterity!
Think of your forefathers! Think of your posterity!
Not stones, nor wood, nor the art of artisans make a state; but
where men are who know how read more
Not stones, nor wood, nor the art of artisans make a state; but
where men are who know how to take care of themselves, these are
cities and walls.
This is the last of earth! I am content.
This is the last of earth! I am content.
The die was now cast; I had passed the Rubicon. Swim or sink,
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The die was now cast; I had passed the Rubicon. Swim or sink,
live or die, survive or perish with my country was my unalterable
determination.
