I think Americans are very patriotic.

If we ever forget that we are One Nation Under God, then we will be a nation gone under.

Whoever won’t fight when the President calls him, deserves to be kicked back in his hole and kept there.

Our love, our gratitude, our admiration for our men and women in uniform, our veterans and their families – all of that is bigger than any one party or any one election.

France has more need of me than I have need of France.

I have never been a quitter. To leave office before my term is completed is opposed to every instinct in my body. But as president I must put the interests of America first Therefore, I shall resign the presidency effective at noon tomorrow.

They wrote in the old days that it is sweet and fitting to die for one’s country. But in modern war, there is nothing sweet nor fitting in your dying. You will die like a dog for no good reason.

There is no room for military people, including our veterans, to see themselves as victims, even if so many of our countrymen are prone to relish that role.

One thing I just want to say to the military families – while you might not wear a uniform, I know – we all know, the nation knows – that you serve and sacrifice right alongside of your loved ones. And we are so grateful and proud of all of you for your service to this nation.

Patriotism is your conviction that this country is superior to all others because you were born in it.

Too many of us look upon Americans as dollar chasers. This is a cruel libel, even if it is reiterated thoughtlessly by the Americans themselves.

We here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain – that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom – and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.

I have done for my country, and for all mankind, all that I could do, and I now resign my soul, without fear, to my God – my daughter to my country.

If you can ask a young man to give his life for his country, you can lead people.

I suppose, in a way, this has become part of my soul. It is a symbol of my life. Whatever I have done that really matters, I’ve done wearing it. When the time comes, it will be in this that I journey forth. What greater honor could come to an American, and a soldier?

Guard against the impostures of pretended patriotism.

The making of an American begins at the point where he himself rejects all other ties, any other history, and himself adopts the vesture of his adopted land.

For me, America is really, truly the indispensable nation.

The American people abhor a vacuum.

One of the great attractions of patriotism – it fulfills our worst wishes. In the person of our nation we are able, vicariously, to bully and cheat. Bully and cheat, what’s more, with a feeling that we are profoundly virtuous.

Patriotism is the last refuge of the scoundrel.

The cost of freedom is always high, but Americans have always paid it. And one path we shall never choose, and that is the path of surrender, or submission.

The greatest thrill in my life was to represent the United States of America.

If ever I feel the soul within me elevate and expand to those dimensions not wholly unworthy of its Almighty Architect, it is when I contemplate the cause of my country, deserted by all the world beside, and I standing up boldly and lone and hurling defiance at her victorious oppressors.

Part of the American dream is to live long and die young. Only those Americans who are willing to die for their country are fit to live.

When trouble breaks out, our men and women in uniform, they don’t just sit around thinking about it or talking about it – they act. They put on that uniform. They leave their loved ones behind. They go out there. They give orders. They follow orders. They do whatever it takes to keep our country safe.

For the first time in my adult lifetime, I am really proud of my country. And not just because Barack has done well, but because I think people are hungry for change. And I have been desperate to see our country moving in that direction.

‚My country, right or wrong‘ is a thing no patriot would ever think of saying except in a desperate case. It is like saying ‚My mother, drunk or sober.‘

There are patriots who opposed the war in Iraq and there are patriots who supported the war in Iraq. We are one people, all of us pledging allegiance to the stars and stripes, all of us defending the United States of America.

I like America, just as everybody else does. I love America, I gotta say that. But America will be judged.

We can have no ’50-50′ allegiance in this country. Either a man is an American and nothing else, or he is not an American at all.

So long as I’m Commander-in-Chief, we will sustain the strongest military the world has ever known. When you take off the uniform, we will serve you as well as you’ve served us – because no one who fights for this country should have to fight for a job, or a roof over their head, or the care that they need when they come home.

For other nations, utopia is a blessed past never to be recovered; for Americans it is just beyond the horizon.

I have always reckoned the dignity of the republic of first importance and preferable to life.

The path we have chosen for the present is full of hazards, as all paths are. The cost of freedom is always high, but Americans have always paid it. And one path we shall never choose, and that is the path of surrender, or submission.

A man who is good enough to shed his blood for the country is good enough to be given a square deal afterwards.

We didn’t crumble after 9/11. We didn’t falter after the Boston Marathon. But we’re America. Americans will never, ever stand down. We endure. We overcome. We own the finish line.

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.

Patriots always talk of dying for their country and never of killing for their country.

I cannot lead you into battle. I do not give you laws or administer justice but I can do something else – I can give my heart and my devotion to these old islands and to all the peoples of our brotherhood of nations.

Patriotism is usually stronger than class hatred, and always stronger than internationalism.

None of us has any personal interest above the interests of the country. Our country is more important than our careers.

Our country is that spot to which our heart is bound.

Just like the Alamo, somebody damn well needed to go to their aid. Well, by God, I’m going to Viet Nam’s aid!

The resolve of our great nation is being tested. But make no mistake, we will show the world that we will pass the test.

I love being American, and I love family. I love having a family, and I feel so blessed, and I feel like God gave me exactly what I wanted, so now I have to do the right thing in God’s eyes also. Just follow what God wants me to do.

Ladies and gentlemen, god bless America – land of the free, home of the brave.

The man who loves other countries as much as his own stands on a level with the man who loves other women as much as he loves his own wife.

There is nothing wrong with America that faith, love of freedom, intelligence, and energy of her citizens cannot cure.

Gold is good in its place; but loving, brave, patriotic men are better than gold.

Is there a sharper commentary on American culture and the world than The Simpsons?

There is no place, no country, more compassionate more generous more accepting and more welcoming than the United States of America.

I hope to stand firm enough to not go backward, and yet not go forward fast enough to wreck the country’s cause.

I will never relent in defending America – whatever it takes.

I think Americans generally are not used to working very hard, in terms of working for the collective. I think in our country we have taken individualism to its farthest reaches, possibly.

I have only one yardstick by which I test every major problem – and that yardstick is: Is it good for America?

What pity is it That we can die, but once to serve our country.

We are America, second to none, and we own the finish line. Don’t forget it.

Duty, Honor, Country. Those three hallowed words reverently dictate what you ought to be, what you can be, what you will be.

The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants.

There is nothing the matter with Americans except their ideals. The real American is all right; it is the ideal American who is all wrong.