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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.
Dissent is the native activity of the scientist, and it has got him into a good deal of trouble in read more
Dissent is the native activity of the scientist, and it has got him into a good deal of trouble in the last years. But if that is cut off, what is left will not be a scientist. And I doubt whether it will be a man.
Intellectually I know that America is no better than any other country; emotionally I know she is better than every read more
Intellectually I know that America is no better than any other country; emotionally I know she is better than every other country.
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.
Continue to express your dissent and your needs, but remember to remain civilized, for you will sorely miss civilization if read more
Continue to express your dissent and your needs, but remember to remain civilized, for you will sorely miss civilization if it is sacrified in the turbulence of change
Our ships were British oak,
And hearts of oak our men.
Our ships were British oak,
And hearts of oak our men.
Patriotism is a pernicious, psychopathic form of idiocy
Patriotism is a pernicious, psychopathic form of idiocy
That man is little to be envied, whose patriotism would not gain
force upon the plain of Marathon, or read more
That man is little to be envied, whose patriotism would not gain
force upon the plain of Marathon, or whose piety would not grow
warmer among the runs of Iona.
They know no country, own no lord,
Their home the camp, their law the sword.
They know no country, own no lord,
Their home the camp, their law the sword.
