When The American Spirit Was In Its

Is Life So Dear Or Peace So Sweet As To Be Purchased At The Price Of Chains And Slavery? Forbid It, Almighty God! I Know Not What Course Others May Take, But As For Me, Give Me Liberty, Or Give Me Death!

Is The Relinquishment Of The Trial By Jury And The Liberty Of The Press Necessary For Your Liberty? Will The Abandonment Of Your Most Sacred Rights Tend To The Security Of Your Liberty? Liberty, The Greatest Of All Earlthy Blessings - Give Us That Precious Jewel, And You May Take Every Things Else! . . . Guard With Jealous Attention The Public Liberty. Suspect Every One Who Approaches That Jewel.

When The American Spirit Was In Its Youth, The Language Of America Was Different: Liberty, Sir, Was The Primary Object.

It Is Natural For Man To Indulge In The Illusions Of Hope. We Are Apt To Shut Our Eyes Against A Painful Truth, And Listen To The Song Of That Siren Till She Transforms Us Into Beasts... For My Part, Whatever Anguish Of Spirit It May Cost, I Am Willing To Know The Whole Truth, To Know The Worst, And To Provide For It.

You Ought To Be Extremely Cautious, Watchful, Jealous Of Your Liberty; For Instead Of Securing Your Rights, You May Lose Them Forever.