The demon of intemperance ever seems to have delighted in sucking the blood of genius and of generosity.
Abraham LincolnI am now the most miserable man living. If what I feel equally distributed to the whole human family, there would not be one cheerful face on the earth. Whether I shall ever be better, I cannot tell; I awfully forebode I shall not. To remain as I am is impossible. I must die or be better, it appears to me.
Abraham Lincoln