Really, I'm only alive out of curiosity. I'm very curious about where we're all marching.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Every battalion has its marching songs.
I've been marching in every single ethnic nationality parade all throughout the City of New York. We're all Americans first and foremost, but people understand their heritage and it's good to see.
We were marching since we were babies and all we did was make Jane Fonda famous.
I went to a bunch of marches in New York and Washington, and you know I believe in the cause, but to march with those people takes a lot of compromise on my end.
I don't view myself as marching to any right-wing drummer.
Even when folks are hitting you over the head, you can't stop marching. Even when they're turning the hoses on you, you can't stop.
The march to our duty here, not merely to ourselves, but to our surroundings, must proceed. God wills it.
In the procession I should feel the crushing feet, the clashing discords, the ruthless hands and stifling breath. I could not hear the rhythm of the march.
Take off your bedroom slippers. Put on your marching shoes,' he said, his voice rising as applause and cheers mounted. 'Shake it off. Stop complainin'. Stop grumblin'. Stop cryin'. We are going to press on. We have work to do.
The human race is a race of cowards; and I am not only marching in that procession but carrying a banner.