There is something magnificent in having a country to love.

Evil springs up, and flowers, and bears no seed, And feeds the green earth with its swift decay, Leaving it richer for the growth of truth.

Democracy is that form of society, no matter what its political classification, in which every man has a chance and knows that he has it.

Did man e'er live Saw priest or woman yet forgive?

And what they dare to dream of, date to do.

The stiff rails were softened to swan's-down, and still fluttered down the snow.

Truth forever on the scaffold, Wrong forever on the throne.