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, like life itself. It is a burden to be borne, a thing to labor for and to suffer for and to die for; a thing which gives no happiness and no pleasantness, but a hard life and an unknown grave, and the respect and bowed heads of those that follow. John Mansfield
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...
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...
