Now, I confess myself as belonging to that class in the country who contemplate slavery as a moral, social and political evil, having due regard for its actual existence amongst us and the difficulties of getting rid of it in any satisfactory way, and to all the constitutional obligations which have been thrown about it; but, nevertheless, desire a policy that looks to the prevention of it as a wrong, and looks hopefully to the time when as a wrong it may come to an end.

If this is coffee, please bring me some tea; but if this is tea, please bring me some coffee.

We should be too big to take offense and too noble to give it.

Here in my heart, my happiness, my house. Here inside the lighted window is my love, my hope, my life. Peace is my companion on the pathway winding to the threshold. Inside this portal dwells new strength in the security, serenity, and radiance of those I love above life itself. Here two will build new dreams--dreams that tomorrow will come true. The world over, these are the thoughts at eventide when footsteps turn ever homeward. In the haven of the hearthside is rest and peace and comfort.

I am very little inclined on any occasion to say anything unless I hope to produce some good by it.

The probability that we may fail in the struggle ought not to deter us from the support of a cause we believe to be just.

Don’t criticize them; they are just what we would be under similar circumstances.