America is impossibility made possible.

My Compatriots (The Sonnet)Any compatriot of mine,Better have a grasp of prejudice.Arrogance sickens my soul,My heart revolts at the snobbish.Doubts can be healthy,But only if driven by curiosity.When driven by contempt,They only facilitate animosity.You don't have to agree,With the whole of my notion.But don't turn bitter my friend,For it is a trap of degradation.Logic may fail sometimes as well as sentiments.Never you lose o patriot your indivisible humanness.

No country is greater than another, for each country has its strongholds as well as shortfalls.

When you feel selfish enough to lose yourself in helping others, that's when a patriot is born - that's when an animal turns into a human.

Who are we? We are the lovers of this land. Who are we? We are the children of this land. Who are we? We are the soldiers of this land.