The proper means of increasing the love we bear our native country is to reside some time in a foreign one.
The tree of liberty needs to be watered from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants.
The greater the state, the more wrong and cruel its patriotism, and the greater is the sum of suffering upon which its power is founded.
The highest patriotism is not a blind acceptance of official policy, but a love of one's country deep enough to call her to a higher plain.
The love of one's country is a splendid thing. But why should love stop at the border?