Patriotism has no appeal to us; justice has. Party has no weight with us; principle has. Loyalty is meaningless; it depends on what one is loyal to.
Well, the post office is probably not the place you want to go if you want to be infused with patriotism and a renewed sense of vigor.
Patriotism is not a short and frenzied outburst of emotion but the tranquil and steady dedication of a lifetime.
There are seasons in every country when noise and impudence pass current for worth; and in popular commotions especially, the clamors of interested and factious men are often mistaken for patriotism.
What this country needs what every country needs occasionally is a good hard bloody war to revive the vice of patriotism on which its existence as a nation depends.
Patriotism. Combustible rubbish ready to the torch of any one ambitious to illuminate his name.
Liberals become indignant when you question their patriotism, but simultaneously work overtime to give terrorists a cushion for the next attack and laugh at dumb Americans who love their country and hate the enemy.
Patriotism demands the ability to feel shame as much as to feel pride.
My definition, the definition that I've always believed in, is that esprit de corps means love for one's own military legion - in my case, the United States Marine Corps. It means more than self-preservation, religion, or patriotism. I've also learned that this loyalty to one's corps travels both ways: up and down.
Patriotism demands of us sustained sacrifice.
