Here in my heart, my happiness, my house. Here inside the lighted window is my love, my hope, my life. Peace is my companion on the pathway winding to the threshold. Inside this portal dwells new strength in the security, serenity, and radiance of those I love above life itself. Here two will build new dreams--dreams that tomorrow will come true. The world over, these are the thoughts at eventide when footsteps turn ever homeward. In the haven of the hearthside is rest and peace and comfort.

My God! My God! What will the country say?

What constitutes the bulwark of our own liberty and independence?

One generation passeth away and another generation cometh, but the earth abideth forever.

And having thus chosen our course, without guile, and with pure purpose, let us renew our trust in God, and go forward without fear, and with manly hearts.

Don’t criticize them; they are just what we would be under similar circumstances.

A nation may be said to consist of its territory, its people, and its laws. The territory is the only part which is of certain durability.