Be Of Good Courage, My Son, And

United We Stand, Divided We Fall. Let Us Not Split Into Factions Which Must Destroy That Union Upon Which Our Existence Hangs.

The Battle Is Not To The Strong Alone. It Is To The Vigilant, The Active, And The Brave. A Small, Disciplined Militia Can Not Only Hold Out Against A Larger Force, But Drive It Back, Because What They're Fighting For Rightfully Belongs To Them.

If We Wish To Be Free; If We Mean To Preserve Inviolate Those Inestimable Privileges For Which We Have Been So Long Contending; If We Mean Not Basely To Abandon The Noble Struggle In Which We Have Been So Long Engaged, And Which We Have Pledged Ourselves Never To Abandon Until The Glorious Object Of Our Contest Shall Be Obtained - We Must Fight! I Repeat It, Sir, We Must Fight! An Appeal To Arms, And To The God Of Hosts, Is All That Is Left Us.

Gentlemen May Cry, Peace, Peace! – But There Is No Peace.

Shall We Gather Strength By Irresolution And Inaction?