There is another old poet whose name I do not now remember who said, 'Truth is the daughter of Time.'

These men ask for just the same thing, fairness, and fairness only. This, so far as in my power, they, and all others, shall have.

I 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.

We have all heard of Young America. He is the most current youth of the age. Some think him conceited, and arrogant; but has he not reason to entertain a rather extensive opinion of himself? Is he not the inventor and owner of the present, and sole hope of the future?

If there is no military need for the building, leave it alone, neither putting anyone in or out of it, except on finding some one preaching or practicing treason, in which case lay hands on him, just as if he were doing the same thing in any other building.

I always [or "often"] walk slowly, but I never walk backwards.

The power of hope upon human exertion, and happiness, is wonderful.