“I like the dreams of the future better than the history of the past.”

I smell a rat.

I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!

Beside, sir, we shall not fight our battles alone.

Guard with jealous attention the public liberty. Suspect everyone who approaches that jewel. Unfortunately, nothing will preserve it but downright force. Whenever you give up that force, you are ruined…. The great object is that every man be armed. Everyone who is able might have a gun.

United we stand, divided we fall. Let us not split into factions which must destroy that union upon which our existence hangs.

Mr. President, it is natural to 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.

Should I keep back my opinions at such a time, through fear of giving offense, I should consider myself as guilty of treason toward my country, and of an act of disloyalty toward the Majesty of Heaven, which I revere above all earthly kings.

The battle, Sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave. Besides, Sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery! Our chains are forged! Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable; and let it come! I repeat, Sir, let it come!

Congress may carry on the most wicked and pernicious of schemes under the dark veil of secrecy. The liberties of a people never were, nor ever will be, secure, when the transactions of their rulers may be concealed from them.

Give me liberty or give me death.

When the American spirit was in its youth, the language of America was different: Liberty, sir, was the primary object.

The distinctions between Virginians, Pennsylvanians, New Yorkers, and New Englanders are no more. I Am Not A Virginian, But An American!

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.

The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave.

We will appoint as justices, constables, sheriffs, or other officials, only men that know the law of the realm and are minded to keep it well.

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!

My only intentions are to watch him manifest his dreams and goals as I do my own.

I prefer daydreams to those at night. It’s more fun to use my hands.

I need to moment to breathe as from the chaos I dream to leave I know I’ll find my feet you won’t find me admitting defeat the calmness I miss I’d give anything for a moment of temporary bliss.

It’s those Saturday mornings laughing underneath the sheets it’s a glimpse of everything I dreamed that makes me feel hope for us. Saturdays could be our thing.

Clap for your friends even if their dreams take off before yours.

Your legs twitch in your sleep like you’re running to me in your dreams.

Even as we live our lives apart it is comforting to know – you are only a dream away.

Blue dreams in ocean wading devotion I miss the waves of our healthy obsession.