Unscrew the locks from the doors ! Unscrew the doors themselves from their jambs !

And a mouse is miracle enough to stagger sextillions of infidels.

I dance with the dancers.

The moon gives you light, and the bugles and the drums give you music, and my heart, O my soldiers, my veterans, my heart gives you love.

And if the body were not the soul, what is the soul?

storming, enjoying, planning, loving, cautioning, Backing and filling, appearing and disappearing, I tread day and night such roads.

There is no week nor day nor hour when tyranny may not enter upon this country, if the people lose their roughness and spirit of defiance.