Will you permit the sacred fire of liberty, brought by your fathers from the venerable temples of Britain, to be quenched and trodden out on the simple altars they have raised?

Will you, my countrymen, the descendants of these men, warmed by their blood, inheriting their language, and having the principles for which they struggled confided to your care, allow them to be violated in your hands?

Your sacred space is where you can find yourself again and again.

Deliberate violence is more to be quenched than a fire.

The way out of trouble is never as simple as the way in.

Romance is one of the sacred temples that dot the landscape of life.