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.
America is a tune. It must be sung together.
Patriotism is the last refuge of a scoundrel.
Without a sign, his sword the brave man draws, and asks no omen, but his country’s cause.
I think patriotism is like charity – it begins at home.
When a nation is filled with strife, then do patriots flourish.
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.
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.
Everyone loathes his own country and countrymen if he is any sort of artist.
It is a sweet and seemly thing to die for one’s country.