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.

Think of strangers as friends you not met yet.

Let us do nothing through passion and ill temper.

I can only say that I have acted upon my best convictions, without selfishness or malice, and that by the help of God I shall continue to do so.

My Dear McClellan, if you don't want to use the army I should like to borrow it for a while. Yours respectfully.

The loss of enemies does not compensate for the loss of friends.

The world is agreed that labor is the source from which human wants are mainly supplied. There is no dispute upon this point.