I am busily engaged in the study of the Bible. I believe it is God's word because it finds me where I am.

Labor is the great source from which nearly all, if not all, human comforts and necessities are drawn.

I do not think much of a man who is not wiser today than he was yesterday.

I see in the near future a crisis approaching that unnerves me and causes me to tremble for the safety of my country.

The Autocrat of all the Russias will resign his crown, and proclaim his subjects free republicans sooner than will our American masters voluntarily give up their slaves.

Here in my heart, my happiness, my house. Here inside the lighted window is my love, my hope, my life. Peace is my companion on the pathway winding to the threshold. Inside this portal dwells new strength in the security, serenity, and radiance of those I love above life itself. Here two will build new dreams--dreams that tomorrow will come true. The world over, these are the thoughts at eventide when footsteps turn ever homeward. In the haven of the hearthside is rest and peace and comfort.

The things I want to know are in books; my best friend is the man who'll get me a book I ain't read.