We have not journeyed across the centuries, across the oceans, across the mountains, across the prairies, because we are made of sugar candy.

Now we are the masters of our fate, that the task which has been set us is not above our strength; that its pangs and toils are not beyond our endurance. As long as we have faith in our cause and an unconquerable willpower, salvation will not be denied us.

We shall not flag nor fail. We shall go on to the end.

No, bury them in caves and cellars. None must go. We are going to beat them.

As one's fortunes are reduced, one spirit must expand to fill the void.

Good night, then - sleep to gather strength for the morning. For the morning will come. Brightly will it shine on the brave and true, kindly on all who suffer for the cause, glorious upon the tombs of heroes. Thus will shine the dawn.