"There came to the beach a poor Exile of Erin, The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill; For his country he sigh'd, when at twilight repairing, To wander alone by the wind-beaten hill."

"From the lone shielding on the misty island Mountains divide us, and the waste of seas— But still the blood is strong, the heart is Highland, And we in dreams behold the Hebrides."

"Patria est, ubicunque est bene."

"He made all countries where he came his own."

"They love their land, because it is their own, And scorn to give aught other reason why; Would shake hands with a king upon his throne, And think it kindness to his majesty."

"To be really cosmopolitan a man must be at home even in his own country."

"Patriæ quis exul se quoque fugit."

"Who dare to love their country, and be poor."

"Un enfant en ouvrant ses yeux doit voir la patrie, et jusqu'à la mort ne voir qu'elle."

"Nation states are archaic leftovers from when each man feared the tribe over the hill, an attitude we can’t afford anymore."

"La patrie est aux lieux où l'âme est enchainée."

"It was always accounted a virtue in a man to love his country. With us it is now something more than a virtue. It is a necessity. When an American says that he loves his country, he means not only that he loves the New England hills, the prairies glistening in the sun, the wide and rising plains, the great mountains, and the sea. He means that he loves an inner air, an inner light in which freedom lives and in which a man can draw the breath of self-respect. Men who have offered their lives for their country know that patriotism is not the fear of something; it is the love of something."

"If your country needs you, you should be right there; that is the way I felt when I was young, and that's the way I feel today."

"There ought to be a system of manners in every nation which a well-formed mind would be disposed to relish. To make us love our country, our country ought to be lovely."

"I cannot conceive how any man can have brought himself to that pitch of presumption, to consider his country as nothing but carte blanche, upon which he may scribble whatever he pleases."

"To make us love our country, our country ought to be lovely."

"My dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heav'n is sent, Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content!"

"If we're an arrogant nation, they'll resent us. If we're a humble nation, but strong, they'll welcome us."