When he is wounded, I bleed. {page 262 of John Adams}

My Dear Son... remember that you are accountable to your Maker for all your words and actions.

The house shakes...with the roar of the cannon. No sleep for me tonight.

Great necessities call out great virtues.

It is to me a most affecting thing to hear myself prayed for, in particular as I do every day in the week, and disposes me to bear with more composure, some disagreeable circumstances that attend my situation.

I hope some future day will bring me the happiness of seeing my family again collected under our own roof, happy in ourselves and blessed in each other.

These are times in which a genius would wish to live. It is not in the still calm of life, or the repose of a pacific station, that great characters are formed.