The great chief in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land. How can you buy or sell the sky...the warmth of the land. The idea is strange...
A hundred years from now it will not matter what my bank account was, the sort of house I lived in or the kind of clothes I wore, but the world may be...
Poster: Patriotism is not a song in the street, nor a wreath on a column, nor a flag flying from a window. It is a thing very holy and very terrible, ...
Twenty years from now, you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did, so . . . Throw off the bowlines—Sail away f...
