I do, therefore, invite my fellow citizens . . . to set apart and observe the last Thursday of November next, as a day of Thanksgiving and Praise to our beneficent Father who dwelleth in the Heavens.

I am nothing, truth is everything.

A man has not the time to spend half his life in quarrels. If any man ceases to attack me, I never remember the past against him.

Surely He intends some great good to follow this mighty convulsion which no mortal could make, and no mortal could stay.

I see a very dark cloud on America's horizon, and that cloud is coming from Rome.

Writing, the art of communicating thoughts to the mind through the eye, is the great invention of the world.

I find quite as much material for a lecture in those points wherein I have failed, as in those wherein I have been moderately successful.