I have never had a feeling politically that did not spring from the sentiments embodied in the Declaration of Independence.

Every man is proud of what he does well; and no man is proud of what he does not do well. With the former, his heart is in his work; and he will do twice as much of it with less fatigue. The latter performs a little imperfectly, looks at it in disgust, turns from it, and imagines himself exceedingly tired. The little he has done, comes to nothing, for want of finishing.

Both parties deprecated war; but one of them would make war rather than let the nation survive; and the other would accept war rather than let it perish. And the war came.

In this sad world of ours, sorrow comes to all, and it comes with bitter agony. Perfect relief is not possible, except with the passing of time.

Both read the same Bible and pray to the same God, and each invokes His aid against the other.

The fiery trials through which we pass will light us down in honor or dishonor to the latest generation.

You are ambitious, which, within reasonable bounds, does good rather than harm.