A brave man's country is wherever he chooses his abode.
[Lat., Patria est ubicumque vir fortis sedem elegerit.]

A brave man's country is wherever he chooses his abode.
[Lat., Patria est ubicumque vir fortis sedem elegerit.]

Our country is wherever we are well off.
[Lat., Patria est, ubicunque est bene.]

Our country is wherever we are well off.
[Lat., Patria est, ubicunque est bene.]

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.

Patriotism is a pernicious, psychopathic form of idiocy.

Patriotism is a pernicious, psychopathic form of idiocy.

Ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for
your country.

Ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for
your country.

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!

For what were all these country patriots born?
To hunt, and vote, and raise the price of corn?

For what were all these country patriots born?
To hunt, and vote, and raise the price of corn?

Be Briton still to Britain true,
Among oursel's united;
For never but by British hands
read more

Be Briton still to Britain true,
Among oursel's united;
For never but by British hands
Maun British wrangs be righted.

If I were an American, as I am an Englishman, while a foreign
troop was landed in my country read more

If I were an American, as I am an Englishman, while a foreign
troop was landed in my country I never would lay down my
arms,--never! never! never!