Now I confess myself as belonging to that class in the country who contemplate slavery as a moral, social and political evil.

When I got him out he was near froze solid and shivering. He was shaking so hard that I wasted half a glass of whiskey trying to aim it for his mouth. Must have got enough of it into him, though, since it did seem to bring him back to life.

If I gave McClellan all the men he asked for, they could not find room to lie down; they'd have to sleep standing up.

In this age, in this country, public sentiment is everything. With it, nothing can fail; against it, nothing can succeed. Whoever molds public sentiment goes deeper than he who enacts statutes, or pronounces judicial decisions.

A universal feeling, whether well or ill founded, cannot be safely disregarded.

Kindness is the only service that will stand the storm of life and not wash out.

My paramount objective in this struggle is to save the Union, and is not to either save or destroy Slavery.