I tell ye wut, my judgment is you're pooty sure to fail, Ez long 'z the head keeps turnin' back for counsel to the the tail.

Before Man made us citizens, great Nature made us men.

There is something magnificent in having a country to love.

Virtue treads paths that end not in the grave.

The victory's in believing.

In the earliest ages science was poetry, as in the later poetry has become science.

That pernicious sentiment, "Our country, right or wrong."