The unbought grace of life, the cheap defence of nations, the
nurse of manly sentiment and heroic enterprise, is read more

The unbought grace of life, the cheap defence of nations, the
nurse of manly sentiment and heroic enterprise, is gone!

Our spirit is . . . to show ourselves eager to work for, and if
need be, to die read more

Our spirit is . . . to show ourselves eager to work for, and if
need be, to die for the Irish Republic. Facing our enemy we must
declare an attitude simply. . . . We ask for no mercy and we will
make no compromise.

There is nothing wrong with America that cannot be cured with
what is right in America.

There is nothing wrong with America that cannot be cured with
what is right in America.

Is it an offence, is it a mistake, is it a crime to take a
hopeful view of the read more

Is it an offence, is it a mistake, is it a crime to take a
hopeful view of the prospects of your own country? Why should it
be? Why should patriotism and pessimism be identical? Hope is
the mainspring of patriotism.

Let our object be, our country, our whole country, and nothing
but our country.
- Daniel read more

Let our object be, our country, our whole country, and nothing
but our country.
- Daniel Webster,

Patriotism is the last refuge of a scoundrel.

Patriotism is the last refuge of a scoundrel.

Strike--for your altars and your fires;
Strike--for the green graves of your sires.
God--and your native land!

Strike--for your altars and your fires;
Strike--for the green graves of your sires.
God--and your native land!

One of the great attractions of patriotism - it fulfills our worst wishes. In the person of our nation we read more

One of the great attractions of patriotism - it fulfills our worst wishes. In the person of our nation we are able, vicariously, to bully and cheat. Bully and cheat, what's more, with a feeling that we are profoundly virtuous.

Breathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native read more

Breathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land!