Once upon a time there was an old country, wrapped up in habit and caution. We have to transform our old France into a new country and marry it to its time.
You can kill ten of our men for every one we kill of yours. But even at those odds, you will lose and we will win.
Treaties, you see, are like girls and roses; they last while they last.
The great leaders have always stage-managed their effects.
Nothing is more precious than independence and liberty.
Now they have come to the place where their faith can no longer feed on the bread of repression and violence. They ask for the bread of liberty, of public equality, and public responsibility. It must not be denied them.
When the Negro cries with pain from his deep hurt and lays his petition for elemental justice before the nation, he is calling upon the American people to kindle about that crucible of race relationships the fires of American faith.
When the prison doors are opened, the real dragon will fly out.
Write in such a way as that you can be readily understood by both the young and the old, by men as well as women, even by children.
France cannot be France without greatness.