Isaac Watts Quotes

Breathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land.

I want to show to those who deprive people the right to love of country, that when we know how to sacrifice ourselves for our duties and convictions, death does not matter if one dies for those one loves – for his country and for others dear to him.

Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd, As home his footsteps he hath turn'd From wandering on a foreign strand! If such there breathe, go mark him well; For him no Minstrel raptures swell; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim; Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust, from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonor'd, and unsung.

I just want to serve Colombia.

It profits a man nothing to give his soul for the whole world... but for Wales!

Men love their country, not because it is great, but because it is their own.

If not for patriotism, barren lands would be deserted.

Your father never sold his country—never forget my dying words.... This country holds your father's body. Never sell the bones of your father and mother.

If someone wants to know which is my homeland, he will not have to look for it. He will have to fight for it.

Gold is good in its place, but living, brave, patriotic men are better than Gold.

Where there is bread, there is my country. (Ubi est pane, ibi est patria.)

It is always a great pleasure to fight for your own country.

Nobody can send me to Pakistan. India is my country, and I love my country. Five generations of my family have lived and died on this land, and even my children will live in this country because this is my homeland.

This is our home and this is our country. Beneath its soil lie bones of our fathers; for it some of them fought, bled, and died. Here we were born and here we will stay.

My daddy served in the army where he lost his right eye, but he flew a flag out in our yard until the day that he died. He wanted my mother, my brother, my sister and me, to grow up and live happy in the land of the free.

We weren't lucky enough to sacrifice our lives for our country, but at least we can live for our country!

Great Iraqi men and women, members of the families of the martyrs, You have offered the homeland the best thing you could afford. Thus you have come to merit love and gratitude from all Iraqis and from its plains, mountains, skies and waters. You are good sons of this country. You have offered to the country great men who have averted harm from the country and paved its way to glory and greatness.

Men are now proud of belonging to a conquering nation, and without a murmur they lay down their persons and their wealth, if by so doing they may fend off subjection.

No one loves his country for its size or eminence, but because it's his own.

A hero would die for his country, but he'd much rather live for it.

Our power lies in our love of our homelands.

I would walk back from the United States to play for England again.

The man who loves his country on its own account, and not merely for its trappings of interest or power, can never be divorced for it, can never refuse to come forward when he finds that she is engaged in dangers which he has the means of warding off.

Yet this corporate being, though so insubstantial to our senses, binds, in Burkes words, a man to his country with ties which though light as air, are as strong as links of iron. That is why young men die in battle for their countrys sake and why old men plant trees they will never sit under.

He loved his country as no other man has loved her, but no man deserved less at her hands.