I cannot tell a lie. I cut down the cherry tree.

Liberty, when it begins to take root, is a plant of rapid growth.

I heard the bullets whistle-- and believe me, there is something charming in the sound.

I had always hoped that this land might become a safe and agreeable asylum to the virtuous and persecuted part of mankind, to whatever nation they might belong.

If we desire to avoid insult, we must be able to repel it; if we desire to secure peace, one of the most powerful instruments of our rising prosperity, it must be known, that we are at all times ready for War.

Guard against the impostures of pretended patriotism.

It is the child of avarice, the brother of iniquity, and the father of mischief.