In 1841 you and I had together a tedious low-water trip, on a Steam Boat from Louisville to St. Louis. You may remember, as I well do, that from Louisville to the mouth of the Ohio there were, on board, ten or a dozen slaves, shackled together with irons. That sight was a continual torment to me; and I see something like it every time I touch the Ohio, or any other slave-border.

God can not be for, and against the same thing at the same time.

Reputation is like fine china: Once broken it's very hard to repair.

I was elected a Captain of Volunteers--a success which gave me more pleasure than any I have had since.

The unpleasant events you are passing from will not have been profitless to you.

You can't help the poor by being one of them.

Doubtless you begin to understand how disagreeable it is to me to do a thing arbitrarily, when it is unsatisfactory to others associated with me.