I Had As Well Be Killed Running

[...] Endless Action And Reaction. Those Beautifully Rounded Pebbles Which You Gather On The Sand And Which You Hold In Your Hand And Marvel At Their Exceeding Smoothness, Were Chiseled Into Their Varies And Graceful Forms By The Ceaseless Action Of Countless Waves. Nature Is Herself A Great Worker And Never Tolerates, Without Certain Rebuke, Any Contradiction To Her Wise Example. Inaction Is Followed By Stagnation. Stagnation Is Followed By Pestilence And Pestilence Is Followed By Death.

I Have No Accurate Knowledge Of My Age, Never Having Seen Any Authentic Record Containing It.

If There's No Struggle, There's No Progress.

Go Where You May, Search Where You Will, Roam Through All Of The Monarchies And Despotisms Of The Old World, Travel Through South America, Search Out Every Abuse, And When You Have Found The Last, Lay Your Facts By The Side Of The Everyday Practices Of This Nation, And You Will Say With Me That, For Revolting Barbarity And Shameless Hypocrisy, America Reigns Without A Rival.

No, I Make No Pretension To Patriotism. So Long As My Voice Can Be Heard On This Or The Other Side Of The Atlantic, I Will Hold Up America To The Lightning Scorn Of Moral Indignation. In Doing This, I Shall Feel Myself Discharging The Duty Of A True Patriot; For He Is A Lover Of His Country Who Rebukes And Does Not Excuse Its Sins.