America is a tune. It must be sung together.
I don’t think the United States needs superpatriots. We need patriotism, honestly practiced by all of us, and we don’t need these people that are more patriotic than you or anyone else.
Ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country.
Patriotism is the last refuge of a scoundrel.
I think patriotism is like charity – it begins at home.
Without a sign, his sword the brave man draws, and asks no omen, but his country’s cause.
It is a sweet and seemly thing to die for one’s country.
God has given you your country as cradle, and humanity as mother; you cannot rightly love your brethren of the cradle if you love not the common mother.
Everyone loathes his own country and countrymen if he is any sort of artist.
Yet some can be patriotic who have no self-respect, and sacrifice the greater to the less. They love the soil which makes their graves, but have no sympathy with the spirit which may still animate their clay. Patriotism is a maggot in their heads.