The dogmas of the quiet past are inadequate to the stormy present.

The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battle-field, and patriot grave, to every living heart and hearth-stone, all over this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the Union, when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature. --as quoted in THE RIVER OF WINGED DREAMS

Sending armies to McClellan is like shoveling fleas across a barnyard, not half of them get there.

Don't pray that God's on our side, pray that we're on his side.

Better give your path to a dog than be bitten by him in contesting for the right. Even killing the dog would not cure the bite

If all do not join now to save the good old ship of the Union this voyage nobody will have a chance to pilot her on another voyage.

The people themselves, and not their servants, can safely reverse their own deliberate decisions.