From every mountain side Let Freedom ring.

To celebrate the Fourth of July meant something definite in those days.

The most elusive and ultimately impossible act of liberation is freedom from sin and self, and no document or declaration of man regardless of how exquisitely penned can do that. Such an astonishing act of...

I think we need to consider a radical rewrite of any form of patriotism that serves the individual at the expense of the community, as that is nothing more than patriotism to one’s own small...

I would entertain the apparently fading idea that patriotism that serves the self is greed dressed in the garments of liberty and adorned with the fashion accessories of other associated patriotic notions.

Real patriotism embraces the wholly immovable belief that without freedom, the essence of the human soul and the life-breath of the human spirit is doomed to perish for lack of space and absence of light.

There was something melancholic about that symbol of their nation’s promise of freedom, a bell with a chipped mouth and cleft body.

As an atheist hates Christmas, I hate the fourth of July.

It didn’t get much more patriotic than sex in a Chevy on the Fourth of July. God bless America.

Freedom is the atmosphere in which humanity thrives. Breathe it in.

Years ago, a group of good, wise, brave, God-fearing men stood up to claim and defend the human right for independence. Those men are now dead. Their work is not. But if good, wise, brave,...