The line of red are lines of blood, nobly and unselfishly shed by
men who loved the liberty of read more

The line of red are lines of blood, nobly and unselfishly shed by
men who loved the liberty of their fellowmen more than they loved
their fellowmen more than they lover their own lives and
fortunes. God forbid that we would have to use the blood of
America to freshen the color of the flag. But if it should ever
be necessary, that flag will be colored once more, and in being
colored will be glorified and purified.

American is the crucible of God. It is the melting pot where all
the races are fusing and reforming read more

American is the crucible of God. It is the melting pot where all
the races are fusing and reforming . . . these are the fires of
God you've come to. . . . Into the crucible with you all. God is
making the American.

The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battlefield
and patriot grave to every living heart and hearthstone all read more

The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battlefield
and patriot grave to every living heart and hearthstone all over
this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the Union, when
again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of
our nature.

Patriotism is a pernicious, psychopathic form of idiocy

Patriotism is a pernicious, psychopathic form of idiocy

Thank God, I--I also--am an American!

Thank God, I--I also--am an American!

Our true nationality is mankind.

Our true nationality is mankind.

I only regret that I have but one life to lose for my country.

I only regret that I have but one life to lose for my country.

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.

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.