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!

If you can't get them to salute when they should salute and wear the clothes you tell them to wear, read more

If you can't get them to salute when they should salute and wear the clothes you tell them to wear, how are you going to get them to die for their country?

Patriotism is the last refuge of a scoundrel.

Patriotism is the last refuge of a scoundrel.

'My country, right or wrong,' is a thing that no patriot would think of saying except in a desperate case. read more

'My country, right or wrong,' is a thing that no patriot would think of saying except in a desperate case. It is like saying, 'My mother, drunk or sober.'

Patriotism is a pernicious, psychopathic form of idiocy.

Patriotism is a pernicious, psychopathic form of idiocy.

Hands across the sea,
Feet on English ground,
The old blood is bold blood, the wide world read more

Hands across the sea,
Feet on English ground,
The old blood is bold blood, the wide world round.

Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam,
His first best country ever is at home.

Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam,
His first best country ever is at home.

Who would not be that youth? What pity is it
That we can die but once to save our read more

Who would not be that youth? What pity is it
That we can die but once to save our country!

Hear me profess sincerely: had I a dozen sons, each in my love
alike, and none less dear than read more

Hear me profess sincerely: had I a dozen sons, each in my love
alike, and none less dear than thine and my good Marcius, I had
rather have eleven die nobly for their country than one
voluptuously surfeit out of action.