We can destroy houses with bombs and people with starvation, outflank defensive lines and tramp ahead.
We can destroy the spirit of a nation with poisoned doubts and fears, erase its history, blot out its past, sully its famous names and substitute our words for all the words of liberty.
But while there is a single man alive, hidden or starving, who somehow remembers the vows of freedom, the undying words that spoke for man’s free mind, though they were said a thousand years ago, our conquest is not perfect.
